In
1, 2, 3.
Out
1, 2, 3, 4.
In
1, 2, 3.
Out
1, 2, 3, 4.
This breathing exercise
Won't change a thing.
But at least
I won't feel so much like
I'm drowning myself.
This distance between us
Is something I've become
Vividly aware of.
Much like my veins,
Much like my faults.
Maybe it's just me,
But I'd get frustrated with me too.
I know because I am me.
I live in my head.
I am ever the curious,
And ever the wondering.
Ever the insecure,
Forever grasping at straws
Hoping that I'd find that one virtue
About me
That will make me worthwhile.
I breathe,
Very aware of the expanding lungs beneath my ribcage,
The pulsating, blood filled heart in my chest.
Beating and beating and beating
Crying and crying and crying out:
Please just love us, we're all trying so hard!
Demanding that I follow it
To the end of time.
In
1, 2, 3.
Out,
1, 2, 3, 4.
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
In
1, 2, 3.
Out
1, 2, 3, 4.
In
1, 2, 3.
Out
1, 2, 3, 4.
This breathing exercise
Won't change a thing.
But at least
I won't feel so much like
I'm drowning myself.
This distance between us
Is something I've become
Vividly aware of.
Much like my veins,
Much like my faults.
Maybe it's just me,
But I'd get frustrated with me too.
I know because I am me.
I live in my head.
I am ever the curious,
And ever the wondering.
Ever the insecure,
Forever grasping at straws
Hoping that I'd find that one virtue
About me
That will make me worthwhile.
I breathe,
Very aware of the expanding lungs beneath my ribcage,
The pulsating, blood filled heart in my chest.
Beating and beating and beating
Crying and crying and crying out:
Please just love us, we're all trying so hard!
Demanding that I follow it
To the end of time.
In
1, 2, 3.
Out,
1, 2, 3, 4.
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