Why do I choke just because I exist, when I really should be full of harmony?
It feels like your eyes are scratching the back of my head, reaching through my skull and staying there.
If only you were the same as me.
If only we were made of the same fabric.
Woven across the rich earth, entangled in each other's darkness.
Why is too much of my voice required? It bursts with every word.
So do not choke me anymore, my love.
Let me rest under the surface.