I remember when I really thought I was dying on the beige couch; my insides refused to cooperate with my brain, telling me vaguely that every breath counts. Aging too fast, I closed my eyes and breathed through my nose, exhaling roughly into a fit of coughs. It was another night I woke you up, yet you weren't mad. You rolled over onto your side, hushing me quietly, yet screaming on the top of your lungs to tell my lungs to take it easy like it was the home stretch of a track meet and I could see the finish line in dripping red paint right before my bloodshot eyes. A ghost of a smile appeared across my cracked lips, and your eyes illuminating mine, you kept me up that night, your hand draped across my weathering body, tracing the outlining of my ribs, the movement becoming so peaceful, so alluring, I began to drift back to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, the sun slicing through my window, you were still asleep however, and I was afraid to move, afraid to startle my finally resting body. You woke up when I flicked the light on in the bathroom and actually had the internal audacity to look at myself. My skin was bleach white, I was a ghost. My hazel eyes were tired and old, and you... You looked like perfection had sex with gorgeous and had a baby and named it beauty. No, but you looked human. Unlike, I... I was inhuman. My teeth were cracked from biting my fingernails because that's all what fed my malnourished conscious. You followed me like my personal shadow, your hands wrapping around my body hips no longer what you fell in love with. My face was no longer young and beautiful as much as it was when we would smoke cigarettes in the back of your truck at midnight. I could no longer remember why I loved you. But I knew that in my weak old heart, the feeling was as if a light switch was balancing in the middle of light and darkness.
You grabbed my shirt, covered in last nights tears and pressed your lips to mine, forcing life back into me. Fireworks ignited in my bonfire heart. Your hands caressed my hair that traveled back down to my waist, my skin was smooth and full of youth again.
I remembered the times where you would whisper in my ear that everything would be okay in the depths of the seas. Because sailors got lost and fell in love with where the winds took them. I never expected to fall in love with the salt water surrounding me.
However when I opened my eyes, you were all, but just a skeleton in my arms.
