Before we became
As alive as we should be
I killed us
And took the air away
So that it would hurt less
Especially for you
Because I already know
What it is like
To not be allowed
To breathe
For you it would be painful
And fresh at that
So I never
Let us get there
For me it would be less
Because my lungs
Are already deprived
I do not seek
For your gratitude
And you
Do not ever
Have to acknowledge
Me again
So move on by
With your working lungs
It's okay not to finish
Everything you have begun