Don't Let Me Breathe.

Who's heart have I broken?
Have I done someone a dirty?
Or maybe
I ask too many questions.

I know it's not broken that badly
but the chips that have fallen are,
at the very least,
important to holding what's left of me together.

My only comfort
is betraying me.
My music is squeezing
at my heart
with bad intentions.

If it's too much to ask,
then leave me behind.

Karma, you are not my friend.