Stay with me.
I don't hope for your understanding.
I seek only your presence.
Your gentle hold as I tear myself apart.
I only want you to watch my blue
and maybe hold me too.
I want you to know that you're loving a rotting body,
loving the death I embody.
I don't have much to give,
as I don't have much in me.
Will it be too selfish to ask you to still love me, even when my future is foggy?
I wash away slowly everyday with time,
but i wash away loving you slowly.
We don't have a future, love, I am
turning into nothing as I wash away,
Will you still stay?
