Ive been breathing the same air for seventeen years, two months, and twenty-six days
and for six of those years
I've felt the same pain-staking, aching feelings for you
my heart has been crushed and stomped by your beautiful and terrifying hands and feet
god knows if you ever wanted me back id be there in a heartbeat
since you've been gone I'm not okay
I wonder if I should send myself to hell since you don't love me anymore
you have a thousand different worlds in your skeleton and your mind is full of words I could never understand
but your veins are made of ice and the hole where your heart should be is vacant
i used to secretly listen to you sing in the shower and i always wondered what your vocal cords were made of
they sounded tough as rope and i thought if i ever needed to **** myself i could use them
you're extravagant like winter especially at night when the ice hangs on the naked branches and snow has just fallen with nobody to trample it
your hair reminds me of a wheat field and your hips are shaped so definitively
your eyes dance and your fingers could do the perfect whip stitch

and i can't stop missing you
and i might as well be dead without you