creating constellations

suffocation by infatuation

you take my air away so easily, it's getting so much harder for me to let myself breathe. wether it's the way you look at me or the words you speak, my confidence level and heart rate have reached their peak. it hurts in the best way possible, when you leave, the butterflies in my stomach turn to rocks, reminding me that i can't just pretend that all good things don't come to an end. you will be the cause of my death, one more sweet comment ot starry stare till i take that last breath.