I've never seen my lungs,
but I remember the first time
I realized I had a pair.
I dunked my head under the water,
and stayed under too long,
till I felt them shrivel up,
like now spoiled fruit.
I was ten then.
Now I'm seventeen.
And they begin to ache,
because I inhaled too hard,
and I'd rather cough all night,
than feel the absence of you by my side
Now I'm seventeen.
And I'm starting to forget how it feels like to have functioning lungs.
You remember that one time you glanced at my direction and I felt them give out?
It's happening again.
And I'm so confused.
Because I'm not ten yours old anymore.
And I'm not in that swimming pool.
So why does it feel like I'm sinking?
I'm heaving,
And screaming,
This isn't fair.
Press your mouth to mine and give me some air.
It's killing me.
Your hand intertwined with mine.
You'd think something as beautiful as love,
would feel a lot less,
like drowning.