cause of death — even if
even if,
raindrops punctured knives
into my lungs
and shredded me into pieces
in its wrathful downpour;
even if,
the sky disintegrated
and the humming symphonies of cicadas
and kindle
begin to evanesce;
⠀
even if,
i was drowning in
waves of insecurities
that engulfed my lungs,
and ceased to breathe in serenity;
i'd think of you through it all.
YOU ARE READING
letters he'll never read
Romance"and if a writer falls in love with you, you can never die" dear you, imy. before i knew it, you disappeared into thin air; but even after you were gone, you were still my muse. and what terrified me the most was that there's still a lifetime left...
