The air in this room
suffocates my lungs
I keep making myself
gasp for more
they say this is better
than not breathing at all
but I think I've had enough
I'd rather make it stop
than filling myself
with your destructive words
YOU ARE READING
A Hundred Roses
PoetryAnd suddenly, I couldn't tell anymore if it was me the one reading her words or her words were the ones that kept reading my soul
