“Is it possible to love someone too much?”
I ask, choking on my words,
the question refusing to leave my throat.
I look up to your pretty blue eyes,
Reflecting my tears through them.
You look beautiful,
The answer falls from your tongue,
A hesitant, yet sure,
“Of course not.”
My heart skips a beat,
Aware of the hesitation,
I fight my mind.
My heart pulling towards yours,
Like our veins, connected by some way.
I want to believe you,
I want to trust you,
But my mind feels like it has travelled,
Months ahead of time,
Shivering down my body,
With lies you pulled from your teeth.
Your heart, lies warm and full,
Hiding behind your ***** dungeon.
My heart lies cold, of what’s left,
Begging for you back,
Begging for my heart back,
Carrying my fragmented heart on your back,
Like a trophy earned, stolen.
I could never blame you.
Keeping to myself,
Scared to give in to temptation,
I fear the thought of love.
“Was I too much?”
I stutter, forcefully,
“Maybe a little.”
Escaped from your mouth.
Swallowing my teeth,
Was easier than swallowing the thought,
Of letting go.

The pears
bend the
crooked branches—
flushed
and drowsy
with sugar.

The juice waits
for something—
for its skin
to be bruised
for a mouth
to bite in
and when done
waiting—
suffer the wind
do what must
be done.

i'm only a sponge
when they erupt, one thing being a tipping point, i'm there. i'm the one who cleans up, i'm the one to make it seem as if it never happened.
i'm only a liar.

Suffocation isn’t always hand on neck,
Squeezing, pressing down,
Blocking off air death.
Suffocation is the man with his tie tightened around his tender neck
Every morning 5 am
He is told he needs to work hard (and overtime) to feed his family
Does he not care about them?
Whittle his soul down to a single strand of consciousness,
Again and again,
Exhausted, stressed
Failing relationships,
Doesn’t speak to parents,
Hasn’t seen wife in 3 weeks
But work, yes bills, more important.
Work till you die,
Profit first everything else second.
Suffocation is the student,
Hand squeezing pen,
Eyes shut,
Failed another test,
She didn’t have time to study,
Deadlines,
Homework,
Projects,
overwhelming,
pushing her down,
tries to scream fails can't breathe,
silent cries for help unnoticed,
passion for learning depleted cold and dark and alone,
anxious, trembling, when will the next test be when will the next failure come when

suffocating dying restricted.
not always hand on neck restricting.
Sometimes, it's the restriction of the mind;restriction of the soul.