I wrote this poem September 27, 2016
I had found a happiness but with the same breath of this poem, and the fear of losing the love, I eventually let my anxiety tear apart what had become amazing.
Don’t you lift me up to drop me…
Don’t you dare fill me to the brim just to knock me over
The time it took to fill me
Drip by drip
Compliment after affection
Good deed after kisses on foreheads
Factor in the evaporation equation
The occasional sip
Don’t you dare resuscitate this dying heart of mine
Just to pull the plug as I dream
As the pressure builds within my chest and the butterflies
Fling themselves against the walls of my thoracic cavity
Please don’t intubate me
When its apparent that I can’t catch my breath
Don’t be afraid that I will detonate as the pressure becomes to strong for me…
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