like that

it was like being given thousands of hours where
you couldn’t breathe but were forced to live anyway.

so your lungs ached as much as your eyes ached from crying,
as much as your heart ached from beating.

it was like turning the anxious butterflies in your stomach
into angry hornets looking to force their way out by any means.

so you wanted to throw up until they stopped stinging,
but throwing up would just leave your throat burning.

and i feel like that ever day you talk to me now
and i'll live with the feeling as long as i have to
just for you.