I wish that you were the lungs in my chest so that my heart would always lay with you.
I do not wish for you to hold it from soaring, to clip its wings, and cage it in
No, I do not wish for this, I seek only the comfort of having you surround me, the protection of you blanketing me in bliss in the form of security, of knowing that we are entangled infinitely until we no longer exist in any form.
I wish to have you there out of pure need and functionality in order so that I do not have to wonder about when you will no longer keep my heart safe.
I wish you could be the lungs around my heart so that I need never worry about you leaving it behind and breaking it along with all the promises you've whispered against my skin in the dark.
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Sinking Down
Short StoryA book of poems and the inner workings of my mind. This story may also contain alternate endings for other works that I have written! Please feel free to give it a little read!
