There will always be someone's pain that you don't understand.

I'm trying to find a delicate way of saying, "You two-faced, judgmental, backstabbing, heartbreaking harlot! How dare you make me feel anything less than myself! I worshipped the quicksand you walked on until it ****** me under! Leaving me glad to gasp for air as the filth filled my lungs! Because I'd rather suffer a slow painful death than feel what I feel for you one minute longer! You oblivious woman!"

Oh, I've got it...
"I hope love finds you. Farewell."

Where am I going?
Where have i been?
Why do the plants sleep when there is no sunlight?
How does the earth dance without the animals feeling it?
Why do the clocks never lose track of time even when they're wrong?
Why can't I use all of my brain?
Then perhaps I could go to sleep instead of waking up tired again...

I want to softly whisper
incomplete poems
on your collar bones
that don't rhyme with anything
but your heavy breathing.

I want to bury my face
in the curves of your neck
because you smell like the winter clouds
and I've been gazing at the sky
since you left.

Tell me that not every guy will
leave black tar in my chest,
Assure me that not every guy
is pollution to my soul.
Promise me that I won't be
coughing up their ashes forever.

So go ahead,
fill me with too many "I love you"s.
Inflate my lungs until they want to burst.
Teach me what it's like
to inhale something that won't hurt.

Show me what it's like to have clean air in my lungs.
*Let me breath you.