Asphyxiated.

It’s a smothering sensation,
As if I'd swallowed all my words,
Which transformed into butterflies,
Which then in turn morphed into birds.
And the birds turned into sonnets
That I wanted so badly to write
The paper held no words on it;
It kept me up at night.
It kept me up to think of you
And your accidental grace,
Your subtle smile which seemed subdued
That rested on a lovely face.
This smothered feeling became a word defined-
No self-denial could ever delay it-
The clarity enthralled my mind:
With you, I became asphyxiated.