Choking
By: Skyla
The air I breathe
Is defiled by
Your touch and
Loathsome presence.
I’m sick of talking
To empty space
That responds with
Shallow thought.
If any is behind your words.
A look and a smile.
No intuition to realize
My insults
Are not in jest.
I’m considered a
Friend in your eyes,
Though you’re not in mine.
I can’t stand to watch
You pretend to be
What you are.
How can you stand
Yourself?
CHOKINGV