For you it was just an unknown amount of air,but for me it was something that defined my whole future life and my very existence as a mortal person.
It was something that my lungs craved satisfaction and affection from,
but you would have just kind of stared at me had it gone uninhaled.
In love, you are that unmeasured amount of air,
an amount that barely ever fill my lungs, ever since you crippled my desire to breath with your tormenting unfaithfulness.
Sometimes I think you are strangling just to be able to set your curious eyes to rest on that lifeless body of love.
An experience richer,
and knowledge of stranglehold firmness to be applied on your next relation gained.
Who am I?
Tissue and dust trapped in a self-recycling process that will result in refined polluted air.
You inhaled, exhaled and prevailed.
I tried, I cried and I lived.
