everything dies
in the end. even you.

and oh how I wished we didn't have to die.
at least not today. at least not you. I mean you,
oh you tasted like.. like vanilla and I never really enjoyed chocolate.

I preferred the better things
and you gave none of them to me. so why
didn't I want you to die? Maybe it was how the sun would cross your bedroom and how your flat brown eyes would light up the whole room, something my aura always used to do.

Maybe it was when I finally realized how boring death would be without you (and I've wanted to die for a very long time). Not looking to your eyes and having my life viewed right back at me would be kind of sad.

Maybe I didn't want you to die because you were the only one who gave my life meaning.