how can a room four walls and one window feel like i have been submerged onto the ocean floor the air is dense and unrelenting as you invade my brain you insidious creature, you have latched onto to my heart strings i am trying to peel you away like the skin of an orange but you keep sticking and how harrowing is it that we have an expiration date the doctors told me we only have 7 months left to live and i don't know if i can bare the day to day pain of looking at you and seeing a ghost these words we casually spit out should now be deliberately picked apart and digested so the meanings and the letters can flow into our blood streams I will still be able to detect the faintest bit of you within me
my eyes are smashing you with jagged glass whispering distress calls like "you will hurt me" "please don't go" but your depart is inevitable and we must assimilate to that tragic truth Your skin will haunt me the thought of your touch will induce night terrors Your mellifluous voice shall pluck apart my flesh As vultures do, but this is the price that I am willing to pay because you are worth it all even with this fleeting time bestowed upon us Darling, you have imprinted constellations on my complexion so whenever i ache for your presence i will be able to pinpoint your location by the stars you have scorched onto my skin