Coming away

I might be in the right train

But sat in its opposite direction

I get a tummy ache

Overstep this boundary

And you’ve missed your stop

How dare you cross where i exhale

When i’m drawing circles around you

What if every breath is a failed attempt

For an end not yet earned

Where does that leave me?

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