Remember To Breathe

Strings played on the heart last night,
and the voice on the phone
made me really want to believe.

Well-practiced verses,
hooks oiled and sharp—
here comes the chorus:

Come back to me, please.

Like a ball on the playground,
a bird that’s not free
listens attentively,
weak at the knees.

Lulled and caressed,
words cradle like hands,
lyrics like syrup—
yet bad, they command.

Wait for the chorus…
Come back to me.

Breathe.

He knows when to pause—
so subtle the clause.
Hook, line, and sinker—
it’s the game he adores.

Promises broken.
Your heart remembering
you’re free.
He’s good at what he does—
just remember to breathe.

Wait for the chorus.

Come back to me, please.

You know all the old tunes.
You’ve heard them before—
like lovers, they lead you,
scores up on the board.

Their comfort deceiving,
their rhythm full of dread.
But this time, you know
where you’ll end instead.

You laugh and you smile
and pretend all is well,
awake to the maestro,
aware of his spell.

Wait for the chorus
and sing the right words.
Gently and quietly—
remember to breathe.

Nearing the end
of the words off by heart,
you tell him he had you
right from the start.

You echo that you too
hate being apart—

You give it your best
to make him believe…
and wait for the chorus.

Just remember to breathe.

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