My god

Waking up in the morning, as if I was searching for my own breath in a pool of water, I never forget to do my therapy.
It's a quarter past six, and the water is steaming.
It only compresses against the rectangular shaped mirror that I've looked in for over sixteen years.
As I remind myself to do my daily therapy, I breathe in and I breathe out.
Gasping for the air that was wasted into that deep end.

I can't use this "redo" button any longer.
If the button is meant to fall off the coat, then there's no need to replace it.
Just breathing in, and breathing out.
Wiping the residue, I see that this sixteen year old mirror has reflected a lady.
A lady of charm and ignorance.
But there's no need to gasp for so much air any longer.

I've done my therapy, and the reflection has shone all it sees.
I lady of mistakes and fine qualities.
I've done all my breathing, and it was fine at the moment.
But, there's a time in life when you let go of everything.

Me

I can't tell you why I do the things I do.
I wish I knew.
I wish I knew I could tell you why I do the things I do.
But there's no point in explaining myself to you.

My actions are taped to me.
And there's no one else peeling pieces off of me.
And If one wants to try, then tell one to bring their sword.
Because I'm fighting this hard time as if there were war.

I'm just___with____

I'm just living in what seems an endless life. With many struggles and miracles. With a best friend who lives miles away and a sweetheart who remains close from day to night. With a mind who thinks about its' own thoughts. With a set of eyes to see my every life decision.