"The Air"

Loving you is like the air I breathe.

When I ever kiss you, I will hyperventilate.

If I ever stop, I will suffer from Asthma for the rest of my days.

If I let you go to another's arms.

My heart will explode, collapsing my lungs and I will die there alone.

If you ever break up with me.

All of my tears will fill my lungs and I will drown.

But If I ever find someone new...then bury me.

Because I am already dead.

Clearly, I have forgotten how to breathe.