Eyes no need to strain or widen
To catch and find the one who's strung.
tangled and etched within the flakes of my skin
We’ve grown tired of untangling
Tired of unstrangling.
I wished to drill everything
My care, my worry, my love
Into their left *****
Or to what they say was there.
Because recently its in the pit of my stomach
My gut, my hands, my curveless smile.
Ive been stretched ive been drowned
My whole being is they
I find my breathing shallow
More often than not.
Because my world where they’re central
Never tells me to breathe.
Seems unessential.
Seems conventional.
They are the life
A life breathed through them.
Air thats not they
seems too impure
But I breathe.
they breathe out and I breathe
so their carbon dioxide leaves
only to enter mine.
As a reminder to stay.
Stay in this world
not them.
unless.
. . .
Unless we get away together
Leave the world that's tangled us.
And they wish the same
Which I know they must.
The air here has thickened.
The strings have reached our necks.
I can give you the air to breathe
Like how you continue to give me mine.
When the air here turns thin
Well be higher out of reach
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 1:52 PM UTC