You slip through my fingers as I reach out
Like a ghost from my past
Your face looks fuzzy 
It's been too long
Your gone and I'm left standing here alone and shaking
Why couldn't you stay
Why couldn't you save me
Maybe because you needed to help yourself  
I needed you more

I don't think you  know it.
I don't think you mean to be, but you are.
You lessen my load.
Taking some of my burdens.
You keep me flowing, but control my strength.
You are my rock.
In my stream of life.

Sometimes I don't want to exist anymore,
So I lay in my bed and pretend that I'm air-
(Not really there.)
Think of all the fun!
The places I'd be,
Just flying free. Like the
Breath before a kiss,
So subtle, so pure,
So innate, so warm.

And what if I were a breeze?
Calm and rustling leaves,
Tossing hair to and fro,
Such endless possibilities of where to go!

But.. What if I were more morbid?
More... important?
Like- a last breath?
A dying wish,
Death's final kiss?

Better to be that than this,
Better to not exist;
Sweet bliss...
*Kiss, kiss, kiss.