The room smelt of burnt paper
of letters we wrote
my arms lay limp
palms down flat
barely holding onto the pen
you brought it up
the addiction you gave me
breeding down my lungs and
into my soul
just like the times we spent playing that game
where you pinned down my mouth
and asked me not to breathe
for as long as I could
Id stay there
not inhaling
just to be approved
like always
and now you're the one on the other side
winded up in clean laundry
with eyes distraught
but I didn't have to tell you not to breathe
no,
not this time.



 
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