Poems about air

Was i only air to you
A passing faze gone like the wind
I Loved you...
I loved you
And you don't care
You left me.
And i vanished like the wind

Very early one morning, a humble tapping came from outside my door
Beyond my warm blankets I felt the chill of an early November dawn
The light crept into my eastward window, a majestic purple piercing the numb air
Senses and perception began to whir awake as I stumbled off the futon,
My stone-white toes creaked the floor, the hairs on my legs having enjoyed
The lavish of an heirloom blanket, they now stand rigid at stalemate with the air
Again, soft and civilized raps tickled my ears. Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap
My vacant and quiet atmosphere sprung to life with regard to this unforseen event,
And I revel that this concourse of one will occupy the space so far I've used for stale air
It's cold outside and I've lingered more than I wish I had
The woulds and coulds keep me feverish like a broken watch on display
In pulling towards me, the bite of winter nipped at me in a gust of air
I opened the door to a familiar force which stained my skin and seared my eyes
Preconceived notions, banalities, and stunting cynicisms in my head
Are pushed away for relief, a clasping repose that teetered by the lifeless air
Grown cold, those bellows breathed again, this furnace spoke in laughter,
It really was an ageless moment where no leaf fell as the wind roared,
And that familiar smell blanketed me, restoring my faith in the purple pastel air

"I have missed you"

You breathed.
The Sun wiggled a little.
You moved.
There was a wobble
In the path of the Moon.
You smiled.
My gravity shifted.
You looked at me.
Einstein held his breath...
The Spheres paused, waiting...
Eternity went to lunch...
Waiting...
Until you breathed and smiled at me again.
I took in a small moment of air.
Life.

I dont know if i can do this
Which is selfish
I mean
I have everything most people could want
A house
Friends
Family
Food
A bed

But even with all this
I just feel numb
Like my chest is caving in
And I cant breathe
All the time
I feel myself slipping away
All the time

But noone seems to notice unless I tell them
Yes I want attention
But only because I feel so trapped

I want help
Not fucking sympathy.

And
He no longer,
Took the breath
From my lungs.

Turn out the lights.
It was too bright anyways.
Let us, just sit in the dark and breath.

Rock your chair.
Bring us to life in the creaking.

Think your thoughts, of my voice, nagging you, to leave me here.

You will not.

Do we breathe the same air twice?
Do we breathe the same carbon dioxide back into our lungs, and do our lungs hate the air and that's why we exhale?
When people tell us the inhale the future, and exhale the past, wouldn't we just inhale the past again?
Is this why it's so hard for me to get over you?
Am I the lungs running away from how I feel for you?
Because I ran towards the past once.
Today, actually.
I feel worse.
I feel like all I am breathing is carbon dioxide.
And it's killing me.
I love you, but you kill me.

Living in the fast lane,
No time to breath,
But how can you survive.
You're suffocating,
Being choked to death,
Your oxygen deprived.

But you mustn't give in,
For you cannot fail,
You do what is expected.
Why they ask,
Why do it for them,
Easy, you want to respected.

Then You think,
Why should I care,
Why waste away my soul.
This is your life to have,
Your time to give,
Stop playing their made up role.