inhaling

why are you so defeated and sad her eyes asked as I attempted to inhale whatever fresh air was left in her lungs. my eyes responded with ocean of tears gushing all over her face that used to be my home. by the time our lips parted I was once again homeless drowning in the reflection of her eyes that stared at me. cold. foreign. dead.

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