with each breath i take

i feel as though

i'm stealing this air i don't deserve.

why is it given so freely

for anyone to partake.

it is a prized possession

we all take for granted.

no matter rich or poor

we all have this in common

not one of us promised

our next inhale

to think

that the one thing we aren't thankful for

if for a second we were without

our existence would be no more.

why are you so kind

to grace us with

what we aren't worthy of.

i shall now praise you

with each breath i take. 

i shall now tell the world

of your undying love

thank you

..thank you

...thank you

what if I hadn't stop pretending.

would things have changed

would my façade hold up

or crumble to pieces

at the sound of your voice

i was ok with just listening 

but why was it different with you.

was that really me.

or had I become something I wasn't.

whose to blame for this.

You, for having the power to bend and break me.

Or me, for letting you see past these dark panes of glass

 I was fragile in your hands.

was it all it could've been.

by the looks of this debris,

I dont think we'll ever know

after it ended you said "ill still be there".

 i wanted to trust you. 

i thought you'd care.

but im not naïve. 

i know how this game of life works.

it's simple. nothing last forever.

nothing except for this Cornerstone im leaning on.

all I have is the ghost of you.

 because you wont let me see your face.

 i have come to the likings of this ghost better than the real thing.

 i suppose this way it wont hurt.

so don't ever think ill make you stay.

im already of to find another way

author: anonymous