i can't breathe

i can’t breathe

i feel the itching need to kill the flowers you so kindly grew for me

because the sweet songs they sing are simply rhetoric to make me feel ok

and although sometimes i think they’re pretty, at night i am awoken by their quiet mockery

they're an infectious trap, sent to make me think i’m safe or that i’m loved

their petals are built from your words, as they grew they became so big and beautiful

but i know the bud was black from the beginning

i'm not paranoid i swear

i'm not making it up i swear. 

i can't trust them, they're words are too sweet

and i know their roots sink deeper than they seem, crawling in my heart and entrapping me

and i can see it spreading, the panic that makes my heart race, and my chest seem tight

and they’re suffocating me

i can’t breathe

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