I lay in the grass,
looking into the starry sky.
I realize that I am still
not wanting to die.

With him, I burn, I falter,
I cry, I ache.
He makes me hurt like no other
without not one single break.

I stare into the sky,
knowing what I must do.
I dial his number without even thinking,
no clue.
He answers, I pause.
I am completely at a loss.
Then, this comes out of my mouth.
"It's over."
He asks why.
"You have a girl in your bed and it isn't me."
I hit end, without even thinking.
It is the end to that life.

I look up into the sky,
and I know I will not die.
I can see that I will survive.