Everything You Do.

Prompt: Write a poem using the following 3 words: every, oxygen, change

I used to love everything you do.

The smile that made me swoon,

our love that was in bloom.

But my happy ending was an illusion,

a fake.

And I needed to breathe,

I needed a break.

To let the oxygen flow free again,

and maybe next time

I won't spend so much time on a shitty end.

And I'll learn to change,

to stop blaming you

for everything you do.