Love

WRITTEN BY ASHLEIGH NORTH

I can’t breathe without you. That’s what I tell myself when the world feels too big and I want to say I’m too small to face it.

‘Dear’, I could say, ‘you’re cruel to send me out there, as small as I am, as alone as I am, without you.’

You could be anyone. There are a million of you, alternative lovers, a million realities in which I’m yours or someone else’s, it doesn’t matter.

Just remember

that I am not mine.

Let me care for you. Let me live for you. Let me pick up your pieces and match your socks.