i cannot seem to find any air
when i am with you .
.
.
so
i try to make myself anew,
and then
push myself out into a world where i find that
then
i cannot breathe,
and so when you hit me,
instead of laughing,
i just choke ,
and instead, when i feel water
in my lungs,
i heave
instead of hiccuping,
and finally understand why
i am not the favorite child.
.
Im actually an only child. Im so angry at my ex right now it’s unbelievable. If I could **** him I would. The line “not the favorite child” has been a theme I continuously end up up coming back to. It’s strange.