The once solid black paved roads turn into
unsteady gravel as they grow closer towards the
edge of the world they created together.
They don’t have much time and they know it.

They lay under a sky as black as
the ink she uses to write about him
and raging winds that
yell louder then his drunken dad did.

Breathing her perfume in like
the toxins of a cigarette
she takes him higher than
he ever thought possible.

Their kiss was powerful,
maybe because it was their last.
It wasn’t a goodbye kiss though,
more of an “I’m sorry we didn’t make it”

So fear chokes them and holds them back.
It's the same fear that leaves him sitting there
for what seems like forever
as he watches her slowly walk away
cause he knows she can't fathom
how much he loves her.

She cries while walking away,
not out of sadness
but because of almost being in love
and the fear of not almost being loved back.

He doesn't care if she doesn’t loves him,
he loves her and that’s all that matters.
But it’s too late,
she’s gone.

So he keeps breathing in the deadly toxins
that still lingers in the air
while she holds onto a heart full of regret.