I lay against your chest at night and I hear the dreams in the rise and fall of each breath.
They tell me that you are lonely,
that my presence is an uncertainty
in your shallow, bony life.
For you breathe quietly,
scared to shatter this moment
and find it isn't there,
scared that this is the dream
and the place you go when you sleep is reality.
Sometimes you're breath catches
and I can feel the sorrow in your heart.
How long have you carried it alone?
Your heart was not meant to be
burdened alone.
I can hear your bones rattling
under the pressure you own.
I suppose that it is my fault,
for not finding you as quickly as I did.
For letting you think that I had let go forever.
For never telling you
that I cannot physically leave you
without leaving a piece of my heart behind,
For never telling you that
the piece you own is mine,
and it's the very piece I need to stay alive.
I was never good with words,
never good at speaking them.
But I promise to be better,
because this cannot happen again.
This ordeal we just went through will be the last time I run away from you,
because in almost dying I nearly killed you too.
If that ever happens I don't know what I'd do.
SK
