This phone that sits on my chest as I wait for your text,
is the heaviest thing right now.
It's weighing me down & I don't think I can get up.
I can't breathe, my lungs have collapsed under this phone.
It isn't even a pound but it feels like bricks,
my heart is being crushed as I wait.
Then it lights up as if it is literally lightening up from my chest.
You reply & say
"Baby, everything is alright just breathe"
As soon as I read I feel my bones lifted, my heart beating,
and my lungs breathing.
YOU ARE READING
Pathetic Poetry
PoetryHere lies the things that were untold, until now. Please give credit if taken. Pictures come from my own photography or the internet.
