I actually lost you quite a while ago I guess, And was just grasping at something That had disintegrated.
But I really lost you today.
And I can't breathe Because my veins are currently being flooded with An infinity of moments In which I fell in love with you, Taking up all the room in my blood, So no oxygen is getting anywhere At all.
And it's a weird feeling Not being able to decide if your rapid breathing is being caused by Your heart completely giving out, Or your lungs trying to catch up to your running away from every trace of his presence. Feeling like you were just possessed by Every demon that ever crept into your bones, And feeling a relief.
I'm terrified. Im so terrified of having to Snip apart the seams that sewed us together. Every ******* second spent with you being a stitch in the warmest blanket I ever slept in. And I hate the cold.
And if anyone out there knows, could you please tell me how to not think of him whenever I see the moon.