you don't have to tell me your name and we don't have to open the lights I won't ask you about the ghosts that have been haunting you and I won't tell you mine
trust me when I say that this is purely physical one scar inside my wrist tells the story of how I tried to swim farther than the clashing of the bodies only to find myself inside a singularity, my demise waiting for me.
I've fought my way out till my chest's been enveloped with eternal numbness
I haven't felt anything other than that ever since waking up and wanting to live are two different things
so I don't need you to tell me that you love me
it's just that maybe maybe another body will make me remember that I'm alive and I need to be