my first crush committed suicide. i remember the hurt at a young age from chasing him around his living room begging him for a kiss. from my young age i knew i wanted him in my life forever. through his weaves and gagging running around the furniture and up the stairs, losing him sounded foreign then and having lost him now, still feels the same. our fathers drank and our mothers giggled born three months apart our future planned together both saying "i do" uniting us all together. life flew on by us both fighting with ourselves and downing the bottles underneath the bed loaded and silenced family portraits painted in red long life memories all put to rest. only one made it out alive but it's hard to breathe out of us how was it me and you in a little box where a diamond ring should be. my mind keeps wondering when will i stop chasing you then my heart replays every time you turned a corner you looked over your shoulder and how you smiled at me.