Do you ever wake up,
With your lungs bruised?
Because you couldn't breathe-
I can't ******* breathe.
You're not next to me,
You're not there,
And it's like my chest just recognized this.
They start hyperventalating
One collapses.
But if you were next to me,
I'd give you the rest of it-
My air.
This isn't love this is torture
But as of now- there is no difference