Keep on breathing

Sometimes you've gotta keep on breathing. That's it. Sometimes. That's all you can do as the world keeps turning, life keeps on being lived and you are walking. And talking. And eating.

Sometimes you'll have selfish thought's, insane reason, unbelievable dread for yourslef and your existence, all because of what you got youself into. Becuase ypu knew. You knew for a fact something was off, but wth else is there when all you can think about is his lips. And how. Why. And how he was willing to do anything for you but that. Anything but that, really. Let it go.

Keep on keeping on. Breathing.

You'll wish that it were as literal as it seems sometimes. The day you meet your soulmate, why can't it be impossible for you to leave becuase if you do then your breathing gets more ragged. More strained.

But it does sometimes. Becyase then you'd have no choice. You'd have to. Go back to them. And when you did everything will be back. But no. It isn't literal.

You can, nothing is REALLY stopping you. You can keep on breathing.

But they act like it's something that you are okay with needing. Oxygen, is what i mean. Maybe you don't want to be okay with it anymore. Not now that every breathe or gasp is close to sounding like the way he made you sigh or moan.

It scares you. How someone can become just the panicle of your imagination and then your entire reality. Your everything.

And you may have. Tried to fight it, i mean. Because afterall its not okay to need someone, we as ppl come and go at any given drop of rain. Of a dime. All you imagine is seeing him completely soaked, like the little puppy you petted him out to be.

But you breathe. Keep on breathing. It's all whatever, keeep on keeping on. Breathing.