Breathing.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Through a broken chest,

I'm told that this is how you breathe.

You inhale the toxin

And exhale your soul

I will continue to breathe through lungs that are suffocating.

Inhale.

Exhale.

And hope that maybe one day I'll breathe your kiss out of me.

And I'm told that breathing is as simple as existing.

But I swear I'm not doing either of those things,

I'm breaking,

I'm hurting

I'm dying.

But I'm not breathing.

I'm being swallowed by this room

And my chest is closing in on a heart that I'm not sure is still beating.

And I don't want to say that you broke me but for some reason I haven't been able to breathe since you left.

I think Something inside me has changed, or maybe there's nothing there at all

The last thing I remember was the look on your face when I kissed you goodbye.

And I can still feel the tear that rolled down my cheek and onto our lips.

You did not deserve my last happy thought.

You have filled me with fear.

I'm afraid I'll never feel happiness again

Maybe you were too broken to see that you were tearing me apart

But Now I'm not sure if anyone could ever love me

You stole my every breath

And now I'm choking on the fear of the next one being like you.

But I met this guy

And now I know what it's like to breathe

I'm breathing through these broken lungs, but at least I'm breathing.

And maybe I'm still afraid but, I'm learning to smile again.

I'm learning how to love again.

And I can see the sun shining on his face.

I want to capture this image on film. 

So that I can show the world what happiness looks like.

And I forgot that flowers had so many colors.

Like the colors I see in his eyes

And I forgot what it was like to kiss someone and not taste you.

But I don't think about you when I'm with him

And Maybe I'm able to breathe again, because I'm finally over you.

Reviews

[TonightWeDine]

This reads more like a diary type of poem, due to how personal it was from your experience. Very expressive and quite understandable from your point of view. I enjoy reading the part when you've mentioned about the colors of the flowers and comparing them to your lover's eyes. It's very visual. Keep on writing.