This is how I die
Not by poison, by blade, by bullet or by fault
No big exit, no trumpet, no serenade or fall
Just you, yourself, left ingrained in my veins
Your absence, your silence, is killing me again.

When I can't sleep at night
Do you know what I do?
I lay in my bed
and I think about you.
I think of funny moments
and moments that were sad,
times where you comforted me,
and times where we held hands.
Because when I think of you,
I feel the most comforting warmth inside.
You calm the rushing waves,
and create a perfect tide.

i love words
and you had a way with it
besides, you're a writer
the first few months we were together
you'd bask me with your sweet voice
i was blissfully, happily intertwined
in your arrangement of sentences

but

i didn't know you were a painter too
you lose your pen
and started using your hands
you'd paint on me, your favorite canvas
fingers and knuckles as your brushes
i figured you liked red and blue
purple and black when you got creative

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                   o    ov     o
                 v      f e       v
                f        f e         f
               e         c            e
               f        o  v         f
               e       f     e        e
               c       f     e        c
                 o      c  o        o
                  v       v        v
                       f    f      f
                            e

wake up, alone

nothing to lose like everything ever owned before truth

(when you first loved, it turned me into stone)

                           (be carelessly in love)
let your "self" fall into the pits of the unknown

(can't title what I feel, but what's worth trying to understand the limitless)