Teddy Thompson (teddythompson) wrote,
Teddy Thompson
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Twice bitten, twice baked.. Twice led down the same mistake

Breathe into my hands

A breath, a puff of air, someone's means of living all in your hands. Cupping their breath and holding it close to your heart; knowing that their life, and source of living is encased in your hands; they are encased in your hands.

I'll cup them like a glass to drink from

Drinking their life and accepting it as your own. Breathing from your lover's mouth and hoping they give you enough air to live off of. But their air is different than your own; one lung full keeps you alive, while only a handful of theirs keeps your heart beating. Just like a drop of their blood makes you mourn while a drop of your own makes you nonchalant. A handful of their air is all you need to keep you alive, to keep you with them. As long as they are near you, you could breathe the tiniest air from them and it would be enough. You are fighting to stay alive because they are near you. If you were on your own, that cupful of air would eventually lead to your suffocation, but without them, what would there be left to fight for?

Are you still, still breathing?

Your heart beat is slow, your breathing is shallow and I wonder if you can still feel me on your chest. I wonder if you are saving your last breath for yourself or if you shall give it to me. I wish I could give you my heart and live off of yours. When I'm with you I don't need my lungs, my heart, my blood, everything I need is in you, just let me lay on your chest and fall into you.

Breathe into my hands

Let me hold you.

I'll cup them like a glass to drink from

Let me be a part of you. Let me live off of your breath.

Are you still, still breathing?

I breathe from your air, I feel from your heart. For you are me, and I am not myself.
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