Gasping for missing air.
Trailing a tittering dream.
Reality of independence shattering.

No longer on my own.
Loneliness is settling down.
We're moving on.
But I never learned how to survive on my own.

Rose buds refusing to bloom without a sliver of blood.
Shaping diamonds like land mines dangerous to forge.
The true wealth of our friendship is fine and fair.
Just got to thread it without breaking the silk.