When you miss someone,
it's the inhale that hurts more
Not from your lungs' expansion
or the physical pressure placed on your heart
But from the awareness that
you're no longer taking in her oxygen
The throat tightens when it realises
there's no one to breathe for
The heart tremors in syncopation
once the second heart leaves —
Having lost its metronome
She keeps you in rhythm
The body knows this
And there's nothing worth breathing or beating
Except that she returns to you.
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A Meaningless Collection
PoetryA collection of variously themed poems that I write mostly on my commute to class or when I can't find a reason to fall asleep.
