Toxicity: A Living Diary of a Toxic Mind

Claustrophobia

You said you needed space
That I was holding on too tight
You couldn't catch your breath
Chest tight, screaming for air
Heaving, searching for oxygen
Losing control, attempting escape
Eyes filled with panic-
Being strangled by my affection.

A possessive lover
A lack of room to breathe
A claustrophobic relationship
All of the above create the ultimatum
The final offer
Either I let go, or you die.
Truth is, you've been dead the whole time.

But my thoughts,
Memories,
Words,
Scars,
And nightmares,
Have kept you alive.
You'll never truly die.
You will live on in passing words,
In small talk,
Greetings,
Condolences,
Hell, your name will fall from the sky.
It's all that matters now,
But wait a year, and none of them will give a damn.
I promise this is true.
It'll be as if you never existed.
But I know.
I'll always know.

You've gotten your "space"
Now will you please grant me mine?