Final Exhalation

Thu, 02/16/2017 - 17:00 -- Eviek4

Oh do I crave

That final exhalation,

The sweet breath that topples my empty frame…

You forgot to blow me up, my love.


I stretch and I pull for you.

I breathe and I lie for you.

I am the balloon that cannot inflate itself

But lies as it must,

As we all do.  


Wind me up and give me a name.  

Pop me back into submission and

We are the same.


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