my lungs are
poisoned by
the air that
we've exchanged
and my skin
is tainted
with your
lingering
touch,
please for once
just let me
fucking breathe
i've been
kept in this
cold blooded cage
for too damn long
i'm ready to
go out and
face the world
even if
that means
leaving you.
YOU ARE READING
Reflection
PoetryReflection (n.) serious thought or consideration. [lowercase intended] All material written by me.
