Gentle breaths, huffs, escape your sweet kiss-swollen lips. At the feel of your heartbeat, my own wildly skips. I am content right here with your head on my chest. I will hold you close, dear, while you’re taking your rest.
the dove labored by his own beak; the last breathed breath
lungs are filled with the salt of the sea **** to the shackled, the non-free do you care, or is it a play to see what you can get breathe in what's left of the clean we polluted divinity diluted of air cleared, not yet
Every breath, a weight on my chest, reluctantly comes, being chased only by my quickening pulse. A knife slips between my ribs and with every word that passes over my lips, it twists. A silent scream is trapped behind my teeth. Butterflies with knives are cutting up my insides.
Found poem from Automatic Loveletter's song "Butterflies"
Check out the other poems in the "Butterflies" series. This is a found poem. The lyrics at the bottom are not my concept. This poem was written in 2016.
Why are we scared to breathe? Is it because we are scared something good might leave? Is it because we don't want to be heard? Or do we see something that is feared? It's so easy though... Easy steps to follow: Inhale... Exhale... And repeat... Inhale... Exhale... Suddenly life is sweet... Inhale... Exhale... Listen to that sound... Inhale... Exhale... Isn't it a bit more peaceful all around? Inhale... Exhale... Breathing is keeping us alive... Inhale... Exhale... So soft, sweet, like a small wave... Inhale... Exhale... Like the sea, going back and forth... Inhale... Exhale... A soft breeze gliding over the earth... Inhale... Exhale... Beautiful, indeed... Like a small plant coming out a seed... Inhale... Exhale... Continue lifetime-long... You can because you are strong...