In the nights that I cannot stand the air that enters my lungs and the blood that is continuously pumping through my broken heart, I only wish for you to be the last thing my eyes take in.
When cries rise up my throat and fall out of my mouth like vomit it is you I wish were holding me and my hair back from the thick mess I got myself into.
When I think about letting the thought of you go I cry harder because you were the last thing I was holding onto. And now finally I see that this is it. These are my final days. And no this is not a suicide threat for leaving me, but this is a goodbye for the fact that you were the last thing I was willing to live for.
How can it be that you're my night sky and my moon? The center of my universe, the center of my everything. Yet what you have done to me has created a black hole and nothing, no living thing, me the unfortunate living thing, is safe.
The bittersweet daydreams of slow dancing, of stargazing, of laughter past 2:00 in the morning on the phone just hearing each other's breathing.. I wanted to hear your heartbeat, I wanted to hear it beat for me.
Why couldn't it have beaten for me?
I.R.G
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