sometimes i'm quite sappy and poetic or cringe, but at least i can write what makes me happy. -

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It hurts to breathe anymore

I mean, anyone in this situation would've been dead by now

Yet

Ever

Prevail

And I sing

And the singing pokes my heart

And I feel another ache of hurt

And it reminds me of the embers that burnt my hands when I grabbed your unlit candle

I didn't think heat could last so long

I apologize.

You called to me yet I didn't hear

And when I saw you I never thought someone could die in such a way;

Such a way;

Yet here you are.

When the vacuum of space dragged me in I expected nothing, and I was delighted with the opposite

It sounds silly, I know, but it meant something to me

And now I sit here writing this

I don't know where I am

I don't know how long it's been

I don't know if you'll ever see this

But it doesn't matter.

I assume you, such as me, can sense something is wrong.

And if the oxegyn eventually depletes, my suspicions will have been proven right.

I was told that it was silly to worry about everything, but it's been useful so far.

I love you.

I wish to feel your breath on my ear again as we dance, hand in hand, to a beautiful song

Though I can't remember which song it was

Though I can't remember your face

Though I can't remember mine

I can't remember anything

And if this is what death feels like, let it take me

It hurts so much,

But I'll stop complaining.

As always, click on the rat to return :)