Holding My Breath


I spoke my truth.


My heart poured out,
ready for you to break it
into a million pieces.


Then all I could do
was hold my breath.


And hope I didn't suffocate.


I prepared myself
for the worst news of my life.


I cried a thousand tears,
expecting it.


And when you finally answered me,
I waited for the ball to drop.


I thought my chest would cave in;
I thought I couldn't survive it.


Your lips uttered the words
that I had hoped to hear.


My heart, still intact,
leapt for joy.


My chest began
rising and falling again.


I was still alive,
and you were the reason why.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For C.J.

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