TEMPORARY TRANQUILITY
I’m just breathing in oxygen,
Why’s it got to be so hard?
All this air, trapped in my chest,
Like a noose tightening in the dark.
You watch with that blank stare,
Face cold, unfeeling, unaware.
What’s the point of this game?
Giving just to take it away—
Or is this just how you play?
By letting me feel
What I’ve never felt
And then taking it all
Once your bets are dealt?
And what will happen
Once you’re bored of it all
Will you let of this noose
And let me fall?
I see it in your eyes
When you’re telling lies
You don’t love me
It’s just a game–
A game I despise.
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