All this pressure, on top of each other, <br />sometimes i wish i could not be bothered, <br />to fade away in a small hole, <br />all i bring with me is my memories and this last bowl, <br />pushed and pulled by two different ways, <br />by the feeling of you haunting my every day, <br />i try to push you to the back, <br />my seeing you come back up is what i lack, <br />stabbing my emotions with your voice, <br />every aspect of you makes my hands clench up and get moist, <br />fighting to gain ground, <br />and pulling to not fall, <br />one day i hope this all on you, <br />then you will see what it's like, <br />to stop breathing till your blue.<br /><br />Matthew Boisjolie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/collapse-6/
