This feeling could swallow all the bodies of water on this earth, and it would still be empty.

sometimes i stop and think of you.
i start drowning in scent of your skin.
my hands grow cold and begin to tremble.
darkness encloses my mind.

then he comes around.
the drowning feeling disappears.
i start to see a dim light growing stronger.
his touch sends fire through my being.
i gasp for air.

he pulls me close.
he saves me.

A racing heart.
What a glorious yet frightful experience.
The feeling of your lungs collapsing and the earth being pulled from beneath your feet.
A feeling experienced during the blossoming of love and the dying of it.
Why must we yearn for it when it can bring pain?
Are we slaves bound to the hope of wanting to feel this pleasurable suffering?

will you ever stop haunting me?
i toss and turn at nights.
will i ever forget the way you looked at me in the mornings?
i cry the second i think of your eyes.
will you ever stop tormenting me?
my heart drops every time your name lights up my phone.
will you realize the damage you've done to me?
deep down, i understand your mind isn't able to process or accept what you did.

i wish you would disappear and that i never knew you.
i pray i forget your face, your touch, your name each day.
instead of you disappearing, i find that the woman i once knew is gone and all is left is not even a little girl, but just her shadow.

Here I stand,
looking at nothing,
feeling empty.

You look at me
and ask me why.

I turn to you
and see you glowing.
You took every part of me.

You're full, I'm empty.
Mission accomplished.

When I was younger, I had asthma.
I remember that suffocating feeling.
The panic, anxiety, nervousness striking my system all at once.
I never wanted to feel that again.

Fast-forward 20 years later, you came along.
The overwhelming feeling of asthma has come back.
I can't breathe.
You are asphyxiating me.
Yet, I find excuses, inhalers, to tolerate you...to keep you near.

Is it worth filling my lungs with chemicals just so that they can expand and contract?

You left.

I stayed.

Window panes are rightfully named.

It's what I felt watching you walk away.