To breathe is to
Open your mind to anything
And to open your mind is to
Allow your imagination to become vulnerable
I set up these walls around me
So that when I breathe
I will be not be succumbed to falsity
But when you appear
And press your hand against my walls
Whisper to them
I allow you to enter me
Only you
No one else
And I will not let you leave
You are what fuels my imagination
You are what eases my breathing
What converts my CO2 lies into O2 beAuties
So when you want to leave
"Only for a moment" you say,
I cannot fathom why you would do such a thing
Your moment became centuries
My oxygen had been tainted
Everything
Is gone
YOU ARE READING
XIII
PoetryXIII (read as Thirteen). "There's nothing better than a glass of lies and an appetiser of intriguing words."
