I breathe air through lungs,
strained from cries.
Laugh through a mouth,
master of lies.
Look at you with eyes,
mirrored pain.
And still I wonder how
I lost you
by loving you.
Ironic?
Understatement.
I thought it saving
you
thought it hiding.
Maybe you were right,
maybe there is no
burden
in love.
Aug 6, 2025
Aug 6, 2025 at 1:57 PM UTC
I breathe air through lungs,
strained from cries.
Laugh through a mouth,
master of lies.
Look at you with eyes,
mirrored pain.
And still I wonder how
I lost you
by loving you.
Ironic?
Understatement.
I thought it saving
you
thought it hiding.
Maybe you were right,
maybe there is no
burden
in love.
