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Briar Ren Dec 2018
Your scent lingers
on my pale skin,
and when I inhale
I do not feel the
suffocating weight
of solitude.
Turgut Berk Oct 2018
A taste like a hay,
Nothing satisfies
No one can save me
From my ability to realize.
Internal combustion takes over me,
As I stand on my own;
Trying to keep me down all the time I had myself shown.     
So, save me from this, make it end? I thought I'd say;
“No, I’d do everything to keep you breathe instead of to live.” It said.
the unbearable dullness of life.
YourNightLight Aug 2018
My body is hot, within me is a flame, boiling the blood in my veins, my skin is warm & I feel bothered internally.
It won't take much to set me off.
I can't run away from myself, I can't escape these feelings.
I feel like I'm suffocating in myself.
How can I feel better, who will understand, how can I make it go away?
I don't know where to turn...
faa Jun 2018
You make me feel
As if I’m encircled
By a million flowers
Varying of dyes
Reds? Perhaps a few blues
Enough to smother me
Binding my figure
With its vines so tight
Around the edges of my hips
Over the bends of my waist
Curiously inhaling
Diverse fragrances
Intoxicating my senses
Dictatorial, my emotions
Now under your governance
Yes, I was enchanted
With no route of escape
Enraptured by your florae
Still stirring my mind
With a spell so dazzling
A spell called “Love”
love is the most beautiful spell
Alice Lovey Apr 2018
Reach for you, you do not wake.
Crying wait,
Hesitate.
You will stir when I flake,
Call me fake,
Hesitate.
Scream too late and watch me sate.
You debate,
Hesitate.
Loving you, "my" soulmate.
Aggravate,
Hesitate.
Playing games you'll dominate,
First-rate.
Hesitate.

...hesitate...

DEVASTATE

Hesit­ate.
s u ff o c a t e
SUFFOCATE
Reach for you, and you now wake.
Soulmate.
Suffocate.
Miscommunication and hesitation with an edge of psychosis.
Sam Mar 2018
As the **** of the cigarette grows closer to my lips
I find my mind free of any thought of you
And for five, ten, maybe twenty minutes if I'm lucky
I won't have to suffocate in your memory
Poetic T Feb 2018
Elapsing into cognitive repercussions,
               a thought never one to fade.

Always an afterimage
  burnt on to the psyche
           of delicate dewdrops clinging.

Within a consciousness
              that never  evaporates
just lingers in a reflection of it hanging

Like its waiting to suffocate
           but the breath of reality
                              gives it respite.
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