Poetry - For I am Yours

I'm tired of your mucus coming from - that you let
I was a kid, was in the channel your breath
you do not mind me
because you think it necessary

long, without you realize
I enlarged
can be stifling your breath
you feel uncomfortable
then you realize that being in yourself

until you're looking for me
you play with me
I mastered you

I dare you to clot in your beautiful fingers
but you did not dare to touch other people's

even though you threw me
because I'm just me
but I'll hold your breath sesakkan
because I'm yours