Breathe

I'm surrounded by
space, but
I can hardly draw 
a breath.
I'm confined into
my miniscule,
restrictive body.
It's holding me 
down.
I don't need
roses or
valentines
(which I don't think is anything more 
than a hallmark subculture)
or balloons or
jewelry.
That's not real.
I don't even 
need commitment.
I think you'd call that
strings?
Well no strings attached.


I just want you.