Oxygen

one hundred percent of people who breathe oxygen die.

one hundred percent of people who do not breathe oxygen are dead.

you are oxygen.

every moment i breathe you is a moment

closer to death.

and each i don't is a moment

even closer.

i am stuck in a paradox

a never ending cycle

stuck in between death and nearer death.

each moment with you prolongs

my unavoidable fate.

but if it is unavoidable

why even try

care?

i am not doing harm to myself.

no

i am okay

fine actually.

and you?

there. that's what's wrong.

you.

when i am gone

who will be there to breathe my lovely oxygen?

you my dear will be left behind.

left to fill up the earth

until there is only you and nothing else.

as it should be.

but will you get lonely?

sad or scared?

i musn't leave you

that would be cruel.

help me dear.

prolong my depressing end.

don't leave me love.

for though i will die

you give me life.

life i share with you.

in life i can breathe all you want.

only the living can breathe

my dear darling oh two.

don't leave me love.

even in death

which we both know is coming

stay with me.

decompose my body.

let flowers grow from my bones.

and the world will be full

of you

my dear darling oh two.