Breathing in
and breathing out
isn't so simple
when you're around.
Suffocate me with your
pretenses and lies
about where you've been.
But as you leave,
the distance makes
breathing easy and
not as painful.
So why am I still
standing here?
I'm done
holding my breath
for you.
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A Look Inside of The Madness [Poems]
PoetryThese are my poems. About life, about love, about death, about some random shit I thought up. I hope you enjoy them <3