Asthma

The world seems to be lacking in oxygen
Im grasping to breathe in two’s
Each draw more constrained than the last
The nature of this should be less exposed

I touch on anothers will
Placate the withdrawals breathing on my own
Grounded in substance less abused than before
Colder than the narrow yet sad once again

Harrowed into existence by the forgone conclusions of mind
Resting on the tip of exposed sentiments
Solitude breathes of sincerity best forgotten
Carry me away on the waves of the look you gave