Want

You didn’t need to say anything,
The air complained of the weight of your breath,
And I felt like a thief.
I was kidding myself to think you cared,
So I stopped breathing,
Again,
To show you the lightness of my breath,
To do it the way you want,
Breathe your fill,
Live the way you want,
Rather,
Die, the way you want,
And it’s always about want.
-W.E.