its getting harder
to even breathe
without you.
without air.

Get up. Raise the blinds. Look yourself in the mirror as your pupils contract. Let the light warm you up. Open the window and feel the fresh air against your skin. It's a new day. A new beginning.

Jeg ønskede mig dig, dine charmerende ord og sommerfuglesværm til alt uendelighed.
Aldrig vil jeg ønske igen.
For du er ikke mere end dominante ord og sarkastiske følelser.

• The place where we first met and you asked me if I was sad or it just was that way my face looked.

• The streets where you walked on the road and I on the curb so that you wouldn't have to hang to one side because I'm lower than you.

• My red hoodie where you'd put your hands up my sleeve and hold my hand when your hands got cold.

• The field where we stood hugging for so long and you first told me that you liked me and wanted to kiss me.

• The bench out by the lake where we used to sit tight and watch the stars.

• Near the school bus where people saw us holding hands and I finally felt like we were together.

• By the bonfire on a field near the school where we sat and measured who had the biggest tummy.

• The room where you laid me down in the bed and we started cuddling but someone knocked on the door so we had to stop.

• Japan where we spoke like nothing was wrong even though nothing was right and that was the last time we spoke.