If I could only breathe,
Things would be easier.
But as it stands...as it stands
I'm paralysed by loss.
And I know that every day
Things will hurt a little less
Because I know you're coming back
But right now my heart contorts in pain,
Squeezing every last ounce of sense out of my system.
Holding on so tight to long-stemmed memories
Thorny and shapr and piercing my skin
Holding every one against my chest,
proud of how they hurt,
Proud of how they sting.
Shrouding myself in conjured flashbacks,
Wondering at how they sooth and taunt together.
