20 February 2010

forty-seven.


slipped my mind.

i almost forgot what it felt like to
breathe a breath of fresh air through
my nostrils.

i no longer believed in a such thing
as fresh air - pollution from tainted love
had invaded my oxygen.

tainted love had floated up into my blue
skies and confused them and moved them
to smoky hues of grey.

oxygen. breathe. none. tainted.
polluted. defiled. intoxicated.
confused.

all slipping into my mind.
causing a divide.
between
fresh
air
and
you.