"Gray Days"

"Gray Days"

Breathing has ceased to be an involuntary action,
Every inhale, a battle against a stomach contraction
And every sigh is a passing inference,
Every exhale, a reminder of your utter indifference.

And every kiss, well, I couldn't kiss another now,
And to forget, I don't think that I would know how.
And to forgive, I swear I would without a second thought,
And to let go would be to admit this was all for naught.

I would have torn myself asunder to make this go away,
I would have told you anything if it meant that you would stay,
I would have screamed until my lungs burst if it meant temporary relief,
I would have sworn off everything to make this feeling brief.

When our lips collided, I guess I was the only one who felt the spark,
The first one in the light and the last one in the dark.
And had I had my way, our hands never would have had to sever,
And had I had my way, our breathing would have stayed synchronized forever.

My eyes are squeezed shut against the reality of day,
And my thoughts are all a monochrome of gray.
These tears I've been crying are as clear as sunlight,
But I don't think that I'll be getting much sleep tonight.

Because these nights, I'm waking up screaming in the hall,
Drowning in the depths of my phobias for no reason at all
But I have this feeling that I'm lost,
Searching for something that has left me standing knee-deep in this frost.