Breathe. Keep breathing.

And so I've finally written something new. Decent? Who knows. You be the judge. I am waiting and so ready for my creative writing class this semester.

I hold my breath, yet breathe you in all at once.
Your fragrance is intoxicating.
My mind is like a film, and I keep just missing the moments.
Rewinding them back to see myself beaming
As the guitar strums fill the room,
With your voice following...
The myriad of images in which I am hypnotized by that look you give me,
And the tallness of your smile.
This moment is euphoric still in my mind,
Even if it was so fleeting.
Deep breath, and I am consumed by your love.
And I am tortured by the sorrow in your soul.

All at once everything comes crashing down and I am here suffocating.
You've cut off the supply of oxygen I so desperately seem to need.
I am absolutely terrified this will end in disaster,
Yet all too willing to throw myself in the depths of such despairs.
I have not felt the purity in such absolute loneliness,
As I do in this moment, In what seems like ages.

Which hurtful choice of drug should be pursued?
The endlessness that is my love for you?
Or the nothingness of apathy...

I hold my breath, yet breath you in all at once.
I am everywhere and nowhere.
Everything I want and fear is you.