Poetry Collection

Oxygen

When I dream, you're always there, it's true
And when I breathe, oxygen tastes like you...
I see your face every time that I close my eyes
And every time you leave, a little piece of me dies.

But you're about a thousand miles away
With another girl hitting on you every day
And here I am, at four in the morning, staring at my phone
Just hoping that you came home from work alone.

I rewatch videos of you just so I can hear your voice
And I would hold you close to me, if I had the choice
I never meant to go and give you quite so much power
But your half smile haunts my every waking hour.

Sometimes I let my mind wander too far and I end up staring into your eyes
And some nights, like phantom pains, I can feel your hands on my thighs;
My day-dreams run rampant with thoughts of you, no matter what I do...
Guess my imagination often gets the best of me when it comes to you.

When I dream, you're always there, it's true
And when I breathe, oxygen tastes like you...
I see your face every time that I close my eyes
And every time you leave, a little piece of me dies.

If I were any good at being honest with myself, I would be able to admit
That I have never wanted something more than I want you to commit;
But while I'm being honest, I know that you can have anyone you want...
And you are never going to want me as anything other than a confidante.

When it comes to you, I will never be more than this; more than what I am
And I know that I pretend to be okay with it, but baby, that's a sham;
If I'm being honest, I hate that you're about a thousand miles away,
And I hate that there's another new girl hitting on you every day.

Because when I dream, you're still there, it's true
And when I breathe, oxygen still tastes like you...
But I still see your face every time that I close my eyes
And every time you leave, a little piece of me still dies.