She was always used to being a little bit not able to breathe well
She was never quite suffocating
But an albuterol inhaler and a really awkward nebulizer helped her through some rough nights

And it’s an odd metaphor for loneliness
Like suffocating just a little, but breathing well enough to get by
Was her way of life

She always envied those girls who knew how to make them smile
Without suffocating
Without breaking out into hives

She can’t help but
Wish that she were one of those girls

But she takes a slow breathe
Remembers that her life is hers to define
And that loneliness sometimes looks like suffocating
But sometimes
It looks like endurance
In a life she wasn’t meant for

And suddenly she is grateful for missed breaths
And for a man
She perhaps hasn’t met yet
Because in the meantime
She has had to learn to be her own life line