Bubble Dweller

When you exhale Into my life I become Nothing more Than A bubble dweller Sometimes you inflate My dwelling with gentle whispers Of wind... Increasing my self Esteem with every Every breath I rely on you For my Habitat But is this fair? What if you're not Conscious? What if you Forget I live here? What if you get tired of blowing Bubbles? Will I Cease to exist? Does my happiness depend on The strength Of your Lungs? I long to be Free Outside the transparent Walls Connected to More than Just you At last my dwelling Has bursted I'm independent Of you Now you are The proud owner Of a bursted bubble Please morn me And wish it wasn't Over Reload your bubble making gun Gently breath In my solution Until I pop Find new life For I am a bubble dweller And you are An engineer Of bubbles Sent from my iPad