Need

All I'll ever need
is the air you breathe.
It fills your lungs
and keeps me clean.
Yet reality defines you
as one more wretched
and I still cannot let go,
you're burned inside my head.
Thoughts contradict
and float around.
I search for that
which can't be found.
So, don't let go of me:
you'll feel me seethe
you'll see me bleed;
you'll watch me weep.

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^ The second of two poems written in Causes of War today. ^

Also not great, but who cares?


"Anyway, this change I've been feeling doesn't make the rain fall." Counting Crows Walkaways