breathless

i felt the weight 

on my shoulders.

my chest sinking,

heavy.

it made me feel

breathless,

and could not tell

you why.

the questions flooded,

poured into my mind.

would you run?


i said the words,

breathless, 

and i stared,

breathless

into your eyes.

you reminded me what

it feels like to want to

look at someone 

and feel

breathless. 

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