June 15, 2017

Inhale, Exhale

You're stuck inside my lungs.

Inhale, I remember your smell.

Exhale, I let it go.

Inhale, I remember the way you looked at me those first few days.

Exhale, I let it go.

Inhale, I remember what it felt like when you touched my skin. 

Exhale, I let it go.

Inhale, I remember all the things you said,

careful to tiptoe around believing they were lies.

You chose to shatter, but you didn't mean to cut me with your glass, I know, I know.

Exhale, I let it go.


Exhale, I let you go.

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