I will tell you a secret.
I haven’t moved a bit from where you left me
Loving you is the cancer I chose not to treat
So let me tell you why:
I have loved you all along and I will love you until I have strings in my heart that move to the sound of your footsteps
I will love you until my deathbed is an altar of withered feelings and candles tired of watching tears dry up in the ground
I will love you until love is sick of being love, hearing my whimpers, screaming your name like holy verses praying for salvation
And you will die with me
Your life inside me will die with me.

| h.s.