---
categories:
  - Poetry
date: 2018-03-10 00:00:00 +0000
tags:
  - Friendship
  - Toxic
title: Asphyxiate
layout: poetry
---

I stopped myself
To take a breather,

But I took it far too late.

My reluctant lungs
Could hardly handle

The second-hand sadness
Yours create.

Each blessing that falls
Into your hand

Soon meets its match
And asphyxiates.