Out of breath
Nothing good comes if I choose you over me,
I give you my breath so you can breath,
in the hour of death-
you don't even think about me.
who you are,
being charming to others
you need me just so you can take my breath-
in my hours of death,
you let me breathe
just so you can keep me on this edge,
but I know now
that nothing good comes
when I choose you over me instead.
- Alex Antally 🌸