Remembering to Breathe

AN: Actually, I wrote this about my crush. *blushies* *glare* Don't ask me who it is, I won't tell you.

I'll stand there…
Stare at him, his heart in my hands,
And mine in his.
But while his heart is perfect,
Mine is cracked,

And dry and sad and…
Screaming for him!
But he just drops my heart,
And I grip his tighter.
Breathe in his eyes,
Breathe in his face,
Breathe in his soul,
Breathe in his love…
Or try to.
But his heart slips from my hand!
And drifts back to him,
While mine remains broken.
And still cries on the floor…
But I have forgotten to exhale.