It was like the air was becoming
too cold to breathe.
I felt my chest caving in on itself.

I pulled over just to see what it would feel like.
To stand there all alone.
But then the thought of you creeps in.

And suddenly the moon disappeared.
Like it was pulled right from under me
At the same time it was above me.

The moon, it was you.
You were there and then you were not.

It wasn't a dream.
This is what dying feels like.

What it means to knife and be knifed
by the one you love.

Oh God what have we become.