Posted On: September 19th 2026, 06:36 am
How much more do I have to inhale before I can drown you out of my lungs?
To finally free my breath of every harrowing sting.
It’s numbing; the forced retention you left with me.
A painfully nostalgic resentment of who I thought you were, clouded by the elusive bereavement of who I used to be.