Starting to feel the cold in my hands.
The sound of my breaking voice.
Agonizing light.
A Still world
and again in darkness.
The time is near,
And a slow whisper tells my soul:
"He is not worth all of this."
**Maybe I shouldn't wait anymore...

Remember the smallest of things,
The inside jokes
The best sunsets
The warmest smiles
And the people who gave them;
For one day you will realize they left
And the person who said to be a friend
Is the one pushing you aside from the crowd,
*And you can no longer see the sunsets,
But a pale dark sky hugging your thought.

He's way better than the boy of my dreams.
*He's real.