lungs
My lungs expand as I breathe for you,
My chest feels tight as it works for two
And the bruises stand out black and blue.
My body a temple on a Sunday afternoon.
Why, oh, why can’t you move?
Is it so hard for you to engage?
Because honey, I’m straining under the weight,
But you can’t see that, because your eyes, you close those to.
Every motion is driven by me, in a solitary vacuum your sanctuary.
But I’m alone, something the world can’t conceive
Because you are twined up my spine like a vine on a tree.
The sun feels different from under you,
The warmth isn’t the same it sinks right through me and pools in you.
I feed you from my dwindling manna
Helpless to object because of your fragile state
But how could I expect you to relate, when I’m simply the structure in which you detonate.
