I wrote this a week ago when my heart got broken, and in the hopes that I can recover and move on.

Air
by Mizu Astrum

Breathing with purpose and drive
Inhaling the air of the Creator
Giving both life and death
Yet the inspiration of my sensation
Lied in me as I met you
Yet in the air is the poison of Pandora
With its illnesses and vile nature
Although the pain is physical with aching lungs
The heart aches more
As the breath you shared was with another
Your expiration gave me life
My heart live without strife
I felt as close as a wife
But got in by back the knife
Escaping from a new opening flooding with blood
With that air that once whispered "I love you"
As naturally as breathing for myself
A wound is created from that dagger
Once where my heart bled love
Escaping from the festering
Filling with hate and jealousy
But from the hands that hold me
And the pain of the iodine
Is what helps me take care of that wound made
The kindness of being blunt and hurtful
Is when the healing begins
Although the wound shall become a scar
It will not bleed or dictate my identity
So now I must breathe once more
To get that hope the air contains
So that those three words
Once more feel like breathing.

© Mizu Astrum 2012