there is water in my lungs, darling I'm choking, suffocating my face is beginning to match the sky and I'm not sure I can feel my fingers but I think I feel more at my farthest extremities than I've ever really felt for us
for the last two hundred and seventy-six days I've wondered how I would breathe if you ever left my side
but never for a minute did I consider that I might be the one to leave you
i love you and you love me but i don't think i love us anymore do i want to spend the rest of my life in safe, comfortable, mediocre love? or do i want the rush of heartbreak and fear and passion to kick the life back into me?