two little words

Everything I am
hung on two words
waiting to be breathed
from your smoke filled lungs

I lay deep within my own inhale
unknowing and afraid
of the hours ahead
and whether my self-loathing
would permeate its way
into your far-off consciousness

Would you discard me
as I had discarded myself?
Would you spit my hidden words
back into my face with the fire
I feared I deserved?

Impossibly tangible relief
overflowed into my lungs
at the drop of your whisper
upon my desperate ears

We’re okay

© Indie Adams 2012
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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