Breathing

It was last night,

when I felt you holding me,

in the way I always loathed.

It was this morning,

when I felt suspended,

without breath, fully cloaked

in your "grace",
heart racing,
head shaking;

 you proclaimed:

"I am 

the one who takes

your life away.

I am 

the one who causes

your thoughts to stray.

If 

I hold you too tightly,

will you

still be with me?

If 

I hold you too tightly,

will you

still be breathing?

If you

 are not breathing,

then who

 is breathing for you?"

-lj

23 January 2018
(italicized/bold text penned by j.m.)