I can't breathe,
When I see him.
I read about,
What's it's like,
But never get to,
Feel it myself.
I am incapable,
Of loving,
Because,
I cannot love myself.
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Wilted
PoetryShe couldn't see him, But she was all he could see. Raw Poetry, by: Mae Ethlyn
Her
I can't breathe,
When I see him.
I read about,
What's it's like,
But never get to,
Feel it myself.
I am incapable,
Of loving,
Because,
I cannot love myself.
