vibrations echo inside my skin
prolonged tingles of worry along a bent back, i cradle myself to create warmth
eyes become redder than ever before, not under the influence of any substance
its more like the lack of someone which causes the redness
thoughts slither back and forth like ringworm chewing up my brain
coldness seeps throughout my body

the fear of being without the boy
the boy who fed her joy by the spoonful
the boy with veins that intertwined with graceful love and care that pumped with every heartbeat
the boy who made her believe that there was a possibility, a possibility to endless sunsets and sunrises
the boy who looked at her like she looked out for the sunrise, anxiously waiting at the windowsill for the colors that would never get old and whose beauty would never fade
the boy who she hoped would never fade away like the sunrise did