To live a life
That would end earlier than the night sky
Wishing your warmth, could keep me alive
Were you scared—
To turn me into someone in your head?
Knowing you'd eventually lose me, in the end
That day,
When you told me you wanted me to live
I would be lying if I said I didn't want to stay
"It must have been you—
I made my choices in life to meet you"
How I wish it could be us,
I want to eat your pancreas ~
-nd
