When all the trees are but
                  paper notes in a vault.

What will be the riches of man.

Where shall he beg for one more leaf.

Shall he look hollow when he cries
              gasping for breaths of regret..

My breath does breathe.
A breath of fresh air makes me see
All the little things that could be
Breathing heavily at the thought of
possibility and I choke.
Forgetting the sentence I wrote;
Cutting you out of my life
Like oxygen from my windpipe,
Removing all evidence with precision,
A decision I was forced to make
Else we’d both break
So I took what little of my heart I had left
And I left.

I thought it for the best
But now I can’t breathe breath
As thoughts of you have yet
To leave my head.

You are of cosmic importance.
Without you,
this would all go unnoticed.

You, whose shortness of breath matches their shortness of hope

I aid abort-less, no death catches where restless love lives

Yes, choose heart rest over mess. My chest where you'll find rescue rope

Let loose, rip your reasons and reset. I know you are what strength is

Every breath is a diamond.

     For without the gleam
of every one..
the beauty of life would be dull.