Second last day last page of our book... more like my book.
making myself believe that the day after i have to burn it
still cool.
Still cool for i weep till the sun rise and pray to god, just to let her heart beat a bit longer.
Beg to beat her heart a bit longer, to let her know that she carved me into a beautiful heart.
Second last month with her on my book.
trying to be stronger each day so that when the book ends, I dont end.
Collecting my broken heart to make her story end with a breath of joy.
For I know, i wont find myself, i wont find my book.
For I know, I will be crying to the rainbows and begging the empty bottles to send her back.