This kind of sadness overwhelms without an alpha or omega

You could break me
But
I trust you won't
Love

I count each kiss
on the abacus,
beads
feed
me.

The more we talk the
more i fall for
h
  e
     r.

Like the water must meet the shores,

I am yours.

Too much's already been said...
                                                  Save your last loving breath.
      Let no sound be uttered...
                                              yet, still,
                                                            your mouth moves.
       Just hold your tongue...
                                      Silence, unspeakable,
                                                                         until my last breath.

Bread and butter is for dinner tonight because no money.