Our love is six feet under
I can't help but wonder
If our grave was watered by the rain
Would roses bloom?
Could roses bloom
Again?
Help I lost myself again,
But, I remember you
-Billie Eilish 🥀
As much as it is breaking my heart to write this down
He was right, after all this time. He was infact right in all the ways I thought he couldn't. He wasn't worthy of it. His love wasn't capable of it
He was right when he said no body will ever love me the way he does.
Max was right when he wrote my name next to his.
What have we even done with each other
What have we written? What even was written for us.
I want to walk back, run, escape, erase the steps I have taken after him and now I can't.
I cannot as much as turn my head or breathe the other way.
What did we do.
I thought I was the only one who seeped darkness in his veins that I cannot be removed.
I was darkness in all forms and he was supposed to be that light, that fucking light I was not worthy of.
But now, today, right here I realise I can never be loved, celebrated, made happy, put first like I was with him
He emptied himself and still managed to fill me up.
He erased himself to write only me in his world.
The light wouldn't have thought twice before hurting the one who tainted my dark.
WHAT DID WE DO?
He would have burned the world, burned himself just for the sake of my warmth.
What have I done ?
The guilt is seeping through me, in me, around me as if suffocating me with the truth that we are not here.
That I have missed is warmth, that I continue to do so.
Maybe he wasn't brave enough, maybe my cursed fate was all this was but what steps will I even trace back when I have burned the bridges myself?
What heart will I serve when he already threw it on my feet
What have we even done?
We poisoned ourselves for only the Lord knows why.
