Show me how to breathe. How the inhaling and exhaling functions work on this body with so many malfunctioning mechanisms. Bring life into the eyes reeking of death. Perhaps not a bona fide death much more a metaphorical one caused by the grievances. Grievances provoked by birdbrained acts contorting the brain's thoughts and the hearts emotions into never ending cycles of regret. Maybe I knew all along how this would end. I would always be the one to ruin it because I didn't know how to keep the beauty preserved. Believe me or not but I still want you here. Because around you my survival was important but now I have forgotten how to breathe.