"If you'd let me, I can give you tomorrow he promised yesterday, and broke today."

Cracked voice,

Warm hands,

The words fell felt as smooth as his hand caressing mine in circles. 

Silence fogged the air between us like morning cold mist after a whole night of thunderstorm.

"But that's the problem", I finally found my voice.

Staring above, 

I searched for strength I thought I could find in the stars.

"Tomorrow never exists for me.", I breathed out. 

"Each day was my last.", I faintly whispered with amusement wrapped in sadness.

We both died that night.

Bullet through my head,

Love through his heart.

And I don't know which is more painful.