i can feel it.
every single
breath inside me
i can feel it.
acutely aware
(of everything)
they’re closing the box
and sealing it tight;
“it’s out of love!”
no, it’s out of spite
i can
feel it.
the answers i found
were finally clear
the second the words
had spilled from my lips the meaning behind them “doesn’t exist”, at least,
not in the eyes of them
i can
feel it.
i can feel the evaporation of my trust in myself
i can feel the hurt of those i love and should help
i can feel the hopelessness the loss that’s been dealt
i can
feel it.
every single
breath inside me…
it hurts.
they hurt, i hurt
they’re hurting (active verb) i’m hurting (active verb)
i should be louder (double meaning) i should be stronger (but what’s the meaning?)
every single
ounce of air that ever has left my lungs i can feel it.
it hurts but…
i can feel it.
