you come in with the cold fingertips freezing I melt under you look at me

snowed in for the weekend not really though it’ll take years for you to leave

curled into each other corner of the red couch mumble your affection into my neck

set up that card game you taught me in the 5th summer you’ll let me win again

sat in your lap play with your hair read nonsense to me until i’m fast asleep

won’t you get bored of living so little? but you trail down my face say you’d rather not leave

see the way you look at the fireplace you're entranced maybe its not me

lights go out in my bedroom you’ll stare at the flashing lights in the building across I’ll listen to how deep you breathe

love me in words and fingertips but there’s a lot to miss outside in the world so much more to be

open the pickle jar need something stronger valium in the bottom cupboard something that feels real

maybe I grew out of it first your quiet longing for the fire couldn’t make me enough wouldn’t be what you need

grab your shoes and go you’ll never feel this again but I won't let it pass know you'd stay and resent me

look at me shatter a coffee mug

wrap yourself around my torso on your knees

look at me I'm wiping your tears

look at me I know you see it.

one more time now.

it’s not the same anymore look at me - I don’t want you here.

Deep breaths take up far more space than silence Deep wounds that don’t heal lead to violence. A war on drugs is never gonna win, So you’d best mind your business as I get well again.

Deep sleep is out of reach, Deep scars inside and out, Deep depression that sets in Deep in the ground is where it ends.

Deep pain leads to snapping, Deep conversations must be happening. Deep waves pull me under, Deep and roaring thunder.

Deep feelings that can no longer be avoided, Deep scars that will never heal, So forgive me if I don’t know How I even feel.

You were scarred this familiar feeling your heart, charred

You were afraid nowhere to go counting the days

You were a fool searching for a reason you learned life’s cruel

You were drowning reaching out a hand people were surrounding

Deep breaths, please, deep breaths, they’d say, but nobody reached out nobody gave you a way

Silence became your friend it stayed with you until the end deep breaths, you breathed, the more the water seethed

Maybe it’s better to give up hold your breath, test your luck with drowning there is no guidance, deep breaths take up far more space than silence

Our laughter filled our days We were alive and Damn we were living

Our knowledge ballooned We were living and Learning

And doing it side By side

You have others now I guess I understand

No I’d be lying if I said that I don’t

Understand

You’re breaking me And I know This is breaking you

I’m a line y = mx + b

I used to be a parabola I don’t even know what that is Anymore

I’m losing myself Falling Down

I don’t understand I’m still here I’m right here

Broken

And you don’t Want that

And now Our deep breaths of sorrow Take up far more space

Than silence

When your mind is filled with turmoil, Or your anger is set ablaze And the only thing that you can do is Fume and glare with craze.

Deep breaths take up far more space than silence. You calm with each inhale. Expel the anger built inside you, And know it shan’t prevail.

Relax and breathe deep Think of nothing but stillness Universal peace Tessa🦋

Strife can be settled through the cool, practiced silence of a patient man

i sit in a room, with only one heartbeat. no more beeping machines, random strangers demanding odd things.

now i’m alone, without your breath. just the ringing in my ears, a death shawl to cover the emptiness.

i’d thought seeing you here was overwhelming in my chest. all the wires hooked to you, i’d cry with air burning my lungs.

now i see nothing of you here, but my chest still hurts. i guess deep breaths take up far more space than silence.

In through your nose and down your pharynx, pulled rapidly into alveoli air sacs, pressed up against the wall like a lonesome schoolgirl dreaming, picked up by your beating heart, through the leftside of your love, through arteries, through limbs, through tiny threads, squeezed dry, then tasked again. loaded up with the unwanted, sent through veins, hurtling onward, hurtling back into the home I’ve made your heart. Into alveoli air sacs again, up through your larynx again, touching tongue touching teeth touching lips— you launched me forward in your exhale. Nothing but air.

you don’t say a word but you fill up the room.

Deep breaths take up far more space than silence. Each inhale fuels the fire to keep my lungs light and my worries at bay. With my eyes closed, there is no sign of the existence of timelines introducing me to a limitless space. The air feels colder as the minutes pass and the wind gently caresses my face. It is nice to feel the senses rule. Here, I stare off at the communication made up of feedback loops creating images of fractals within the darkness of my closed lids. Sometimes my eyes gaze up close and I see patterns and can roughly trace random objects. All somehow related but can’t be traced back to an origin. Most sights are based on the movement of shapes and colours blurring and merging together.