"My very existence is compelled and based on your own.
It has been for a while now.
My heart becomes quickly complex with just a mere thought of you
and
with you physically near, I find it hard to breathe.
I find myself falling faster each day,
Surprising myself just how I haven't crashed yet.
And I keep on diving,
Silently pleading each day your hands will come out and catch me,
Forever placing me in your heart.
Yet you continue to look on.
Gazing beyond me, your naked eye looking onto others.
I inhale into false hope, living off of it.
You're my drug, piercing my veins.
My addiction and cure.
Save me.
Ivy Botticelli