"YOU WERE NEVER MY OXYGEN"

They say falling in love is like this:

You think of them and cannot breathe

A day without them, what you’d rather miss

Love and longing, what you continue to bleed

They say heartache means to suffocate

Where love used to be is now a void

Why do I have to suffer that way?

I still want to live for another day

You were never my oxygen

I’ve always been awake

aware of the situation

That vacant space feels picture-perfect

With or without you,

I’m still alive

You know it’s true

Don’t look too surprised

R.