He was smoke
He entered my lungs
He suffocated me
He surrounded me
And I couldn't catch him
Slipping through the cracks in my fingers
I could never hold him
I could never erase him
Lingering everywhere
My lungs are heavier now
eating me alive
aching
aching
aching
aching
aching
My fingers tremble now
So I leave them in fists
And I clench my jaw
Hoping that I can leave him in the past
I thought he was mine
But he was smoke
He was dust
He was ash
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