Maybe she just needed someone
to give her permission to breathe.
And he did.
She was always afraid of outer space,
sucking the breath right out of lungs,
and life,
and out of the thin thin atmosphere between reality and daydreams.
Love is rocket science,
she decided.
He was her oxygen mask.
But there is no sound in space,
so he didn't hear her chest
rise and fall,
when he brought her back to life
I love this so much and feel like she is me. Honestly one of my favorite poems.
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