Her. (rough draft)

Ghost Town

It's a song,

by Kanye. 

I don't like Kanye,

but she listens to him.

This song,

I still hear it and I cry.

Because she looked and me and said, 

"I hope this is what death feels like."

And I stare at her,

and I feel the panic settle in my chest once more.

"You think I'm crazy."

But I don't. I hear it. I know.

It makes sense. 

"I'm going to cry."

And I do, because I hope so too.

But I don't want her to leave.