When you’re not near, the air is gone
My lungs don’t run
The air is still and quite and lonely.

The air that I used to breath is sharp and cracks against my ribs.
I use the scent of your hair instead
to run my lungs and function in the world.

My terror is that this world, in which
I function is a mist, that slips
between my fingers, disappearing
in an instant.

Always hidden behind the veil,
in secret words and codes
and looks and notes.
Never in the light of day.
Always hidden, deep, away.
Always brushed aside, feeling like I might just die, trying to keep it all inside,
I might
just
Shatter.

Until I am near again
Until I can breath again
Because you are here agsin