overanalyze
she’s always thinking about something.
she notices the shape of your letters
they’re more powerful than your words
and if she takes a breath,
she’ll hold it for a long time
she’s dying she’s exhaling
she’s dying inhale.
this last breath. from her lips.
and she doesn’t even see it
she just knows that she’ll never understand
you, or her. or anything
but who she used to be.
that’s what she liked.
and she doesn’t even see it.
as you’re cramming for your final exam
you read the words that she writes for you
you smile, you wonder, who’s that about?
but you’d never ever think me.
this last breath. from her lips.
you could bring her back to life with a kiss.
and this last dream
this last moment is hers.
she wants her hand in yours.
this last breath