Channel your stress through my ribs
Breaking and bruising
Making it hard to breathe
Once you were a deep breathe
Filling me with calmness, and peace
Now you've collapsed one of my lungs
Making every effort a struggle
Yet here I am..
With this one lung..
Struggling as I give you my air to waste.
YOU ARE READING
Cheap Black Sheets
PoetryA ever growing cluster f*ck of sex, manipulation, and depression, all wrapped up in dirty cheap black sheets.
