Oxygen

Random poem about the universe.

I'm left with the dust of my own love.

Everyone has a breaking point. 

Would Anybody Notice if I Were Gone?

Butterfly tattoo on my wrist I could have saved you But I was too busy trying to save myself. 

A continuation of my first poem called Fallen Angel.

Behind this children's story, there was a dark hidden message. Was he trying to warn us? Did he predict we would act and be like this?

I let the darkness close around me.I let myself fall deeper.

Once again, I am falling. I thought I found a way out.

Like an angel, I fell from the sky, my wings broken and ripped to shreds.

Scattered papers and a bleeding pen found myself thinking it was the end.

I’m holding onto those memories we had, clinging