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there's an incredible rush of lost breath;

squeezed... constricted... 

as our lungs push against each other

compressing the muscle one more time.

to each other,
we are green kryptonite 

with an impossible 

language barrier.

your inability to 

understand 

i might be what you need
is ineffectual.

i let the day's float by
and ignore the incredible obviousness.
but it won't go away and

you say you see nothing.

i am not obsessed with you.
YOU are obsessed with me,
and you have to 

let me go.

you are here for me
but you refuse to believe.
you're stubborn and short sighted

and i want to go home.