Poetry of a trying girl.

~Breathe ~

Beyond the broken window and glass shattered around my feet, I hold this blue bloodied heart; beating for every breath you take and everyone you haven't yet.

With every drum against your chest, warm lungs grasp the cold fall air; gasps, for every stutter that slip past raw-bitten lips, to echo in the midnight moon. An echo for every breath you won't take, an echo for every breath you'll never take.