Shallow Breathing

    You should have known better

    That when you undressed my soul the damage you tried to kiss better was only my intentions.

And the beautiful flowers I spoke of were the ones I was planting in your lungs.

When I told you I loved you I only meant I loved what I was doing to you.

   Maybe the reason you believed I was the girl kissed by the sun and in love with the ocean was that I had spoken the lie so many times I began to believe it myself. I'm so sorry that after I kissed you goodnight I whispered to those flowers to grow. You thought my smile was growing because all those kisses you gave to my soul were healing the burns that were left from a lifetime of trying to feel something when It was only because every day I heard your breath growing as shallow as mine.