I need space
of course.
you’d never dare to ask.
so here I am again
hoping for an hour, a day
and you’ll give me a week
hoping ill call you. hoping ill break 7 days
and give you a month.
I need space.
I don’t want it. but I need it.
you take up a lot of oxygen.
I let you breathe but you take up
a lot of air.
so maybe ill find my lungs
when you're no longer there?
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