So I let him go.
I set him free.
He was confused. Awestruck even.
He said he thought everything was fine.
It was fine.
I just needed different air.
I needed to be able to breathe my own air.
And what I found.
My air me makes me feel more alive than yours ever could.Single// only one, not one of several.
I'm only for one person now.
Not breathing for two.
Breathing with two.
Me and Him. Not me and you.
YOU ARE READING
me more than you
PoetryPoetry The deepest thoughts of my mind It's just me and my mind Not me and you