I love him I tell myself I know that We will be together forever I don’t believe that We could be separated My thoughts tell me that He’s the love of my life Sometimes my heart lies and says I could live an eternity Without him Like my friends say “We’re perfect for each other” And you can’t tell me He’s not the one.
I live under the threat of each thread of my being untethering itself from my flesh as my essence is disincorporated, and my memories are evaporated. Until, this dilapidated leathered skin caves in succumbing to the bitter ending of my futile existence.