You.
You persuade my lungs to breathe for a purpose.
An instantaneous drop of perpetuation.
The thought of my eyes opening
and your smile not there to pluck hearts from my mind
puts a black cloud of deterrence over my soul.

I am yours.
You may think you know how I feel.
You may think that my love has a limit.

I am afraid.
I am afraid you are wrong.
With every

kiss.

With every

hug.

It makes living that much harder.
To hope.
To hope our script has been written together.
To hope.
That I'll be there,
Waiting for you on the other side of the darkness.

I rather not look upon another persons eyes ever again,
and tell them the simple three words,
that have driven me to a chaotic perfection
because I would not be able to.

not be able to love.

Someone.
As much as I love,

You.

But there is one last whisper.
For if our script does not have us in the final act,
it will still have been.
And that is worth more than a thousand heavens.

For when my lips laid upon yours for the first time,
it was a beautiful poison that has been forever placed into my heart.