when,at night, the plants slowly breathe,
take every bit of my air

I think about it.

should I just leave?
would't it only be fair?

when at night the plants slowly breathe but I can't
a stone of doubt crushing my chest,
in my head I hear my brain rant:

"just leave,it's for the best"

when at night the plants slowly breathe,
sometimes I do too.
I don't yet want to leave
all it takes is a simple

"I care about you"