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

---
{{< poem >}}
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.
{{< / poem >}}