breathing is hard,
I'm waiting for my chest to collapse,
and one of my ribs to puncture my lungs,
but instead my heart
is the poor victim
entangled in this mess.
and I would give up oxygen,
if it meant I wouldn't feel this way.
YOU ARE READING
enigmatic
Poetryen·ig·mat·ic /ˌenəɡˈmadik/ adjective difficult to interpret or understand; mysterious. Just a collection of my shitty writing I like to call poetry. How unfortunate. (I am also rather edgy and depressed here so tw for some people but I promise I'm a...
