Samantha Johnson's.

your eyes are diamonds, the way they pierce me. i can feel your indifference, and it stings more than your judgments. we can’t talk because you don’t care if we do, and someday i’ll make sure that gets through to you. punching at air, my lungs seal shut. once again you’ve suffocated me with your fire. my oxygen is cut as well as my wings, short, lifeless and in the end, breathless.