I live for every breath he takes…
He has no idea.
I live for every breath he takes,
yet he is completely oblivious
to the meaning hidden deep inside my eyes.
When he’s near every part of me is alive,
but I die a little
every time he walks away.
Without him,
I fear I am nothing
and every time he looks at her
I fall apart piece by piece,
slow torturous agony
even if they’re nothing more than best friends.
Every breath hurts without him.
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