I find myself studying the way you breathe.
The slight shrug of your shoulder can change
the way I view you for days at a time.
I know the way you inhale,
shakily and unsure.
I know the way you exhale,
full of confidence and pride.
Did something happen during these few seconds?
I wonder if you think about me when you breathe.
Can I change the steadiness
of your lungs or your heart?
I hope you can close your eyes
and let out a deep breathe
because you know I am here for you,
no matter the circumstances.
I would have left long ago if I did not want
to lay my head down on your chest
and listen to your shallow heart.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
I find myself studying the way you breathe.
The slight shrug of your shoulder can change
the way I view you for days at a time.
I know the way you inhale,
shakily and unsure.
I know the way you exhale,
full of confidence and pride.
Did something happen during these few seconds?
I wonder if you think about me when you breathe.
Can I change the steadiness
of your lungs or your heart?
I hope you can close your eyes
and let out a deep breathe
because you know I am here for you,
no matter the circumstances.
I would have left long ago if I did not want
to lay my head down on your chest
and listen to your shallow heart.
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