one breath at a time...

............

If love is like oxygen
why can't I breathe?
You are just the same -
you smell like home
you smile like hello-I'll-never-leave-you.
You wear my ring
on the third finger
of your left hand.
Not a bit of that
is fair
because
if you haven't changed
I have.
I came a little
unravelled
and so
don't wind around your fingers
quite so smoothly
anymore.
I'm sorry.
You are bad news and beautiful
and I miss you
but - stop smiling - I thought
you'd be different.