Breathing Rhythms

because we're lying here barely breathing lungs compressing the need for touch
because aloneness is more manageable when I don't linger on hollowness
the disease that capitalizes on people's need for togetherness
hunger for familiar skin and identical breathing rhythms
creatures of habit we run into each other over and over again
until stripped of one another we are whole in our nakedness
left alone with empty sheets and the singular melodic in and out of breath in an empty chest
empty air beside us
and the world feels large and hollow
and strange void of familiarity
sometimes sheer time stripped of all pretenses is unmanageable
it presses on stronger shoulders with the heaviness of hands once gentle
steals the breath right from my chest
and the humming of electricity in an empty bedroom is shrill against the backdrop of silence
because only crazy people mutter to themselves and we need each other for communication
simple in its innocence
I need you for your simplicity
because breathing alone is harder than crying together
sometimes lying here alone outlines all the places you used to lie next to me
and breathing rhythms are shattered by a loss of harmony

Feeling Lonely and Grasping at Thin Air

I guess I'm just grasping at singular particles of thin air trying to
Feel less alone
Breathing out the need for touch because
At the end of the day I just need someone close by
Someone to lace words around the edges of midnight and
Someone to make me feel human
Because we're all just human and I'm only human
But sometimes I can barely breathe beneath my self-inflicted pressure
And I'm not good enough for the way your eyes are
And maybe it's not even you I want but just someone
My head is filled with cobwebs of thoughts like grenades
And I'm waiting here for you to pour light into all my dark places
Maybe waiting is futile