I am often told that love will leave me breathless, But I hope I never know a love so greedy as to steal the air from my chest, For I have memories of a time when my body was oxygen starved And my lungs unable to draw in breath, Bogged down under soupy pneumonia that clung to my innards With vice-like, snotty grips. My mind is sometimes lost in the sensation of frantically Drawing air inward, ******* it into my chest with great gasps that never alleviated the burning of my lungs Or the way pins and needles tingled down my limbs. My brain cells were consumed with desire to force O2 to bind with the red blood cells churning in my veins. The air surrounding me was dense with particles that refused to aid my survival, No matter how much effort I exerted to the contrary. Sweat dripped off my too thin form and pallid skin As I drowned slowly from the inside out in a room full of doctors Until they finally placed the tube back into my throat to breathe for me. The pain receded as oxygen raced back into my cells, And I marveled for a moment at the fact that I could not feel myself breathing, Couldn't feel the rise or fall of my chest. The mark of my vitality was absent, And yet, I was very much alive. I remember what it was to be truly breathless, The blind panic that seized me before finally giving way to a wish for death. It's because of this I hope love never empties my lungs. I want a love that makes breathing feel safe and exciting, A love that feels so gloriously alive that I am acutely aware of my chest rising. Love should always make breathing feel like both a right and a privilege. It is a privilege to love her and be in her presence. But I hope she never leaves me breathless.
O the One brighter than the brightest star! O the One who talked to the moon above! O the One whose presence bloomed all the flowers! O the Beaut One! O the Belovently Beloved One! O, Mustafa! You are the source of sparkle for our illuminating universe. Your luminosity left the shimmering sea overjoyed. Your benignity softened the hearts of hard-hearted. Your nobility had left me breathless. For how can I describe the indescribable?
What do you when you start to feel like you can’t breathe again? Your chest gets heavy, and a simple inhale hurts so bad a tear twinges at your eyes. My chest, my lungs heaving as if I ran ten miles, but here I am sitting on my bed in the dark grasping at my chest, the burning of a decade of cigarettes beating me down to the point of where if I try to stand my knees would give and I would lay an empty puddle on the cold hard floor.
she pins stars to the ceiling of my dreams ☉ and makes milkshakes of meteor dust and moonshine ☉ in my day, she sleeps swaddled in a billowing blue counterpane of boundless reflection ☉ in my night, she dances a path to eternity ☉ leaving me breathless and in awe of her spiralling splendour
‘That is where my dearest and brightest dreams have ranged — to hear for the duration of a heartbeat the universe and the totality of life in its mysterious, innate harmony.’ - Hermann Hesse, Gertrude
The thud of my body echos in the room. The impact takes my breathe away. The cold temperature of the floor welcomes me. It brings me back to the surface of reality. My lungs try to draw in air with no success. My gasps are short and empty. I can feel my heart race. It jumps out of my chest.
Before I can recover, I feel the second blow. The sickening noise bounces around room. I know you are just getting started I know it won't be my last.
Your foot connects rapidly with my body. I can feel your toes individually. I can feel the flex that they make against my ribs. Your nails cut my skin like butter.
I can feel the pain spread like a wildfire across my body. The flames sink deep into my core. It shows me no mercy, as it scorches my body. With each lick of pain, my screams increase.
My screams are a melody to your ears. They mix well with the chorus of your yelling. Everything blends with the bass of my body. The song encourages you speed up the rhythm.
Eventually time seems to stop. The world becomes silent. The picture frame begins to blur. Darkness has chosen to draw the final curtain.
So empty At the hole just below my ribs Like the air ****** from my lungs Like a hard punch in the gut
Like a cold, empty, air-tight cellar With only a small sad puddle Collected by an incessant dripping From a ceiling that's too dark to see
It's like a vacuum in my chest Each time I breathe in It threatens to cave in And crush me So I take shallow breaths A few molecules at a time And just hope that the day doesn't come When I will have to face The consequence Of that Emptiness