You are in; you are a part of, a member of,
Every being I see, alive and breathing or not.

You are within, though I am the one who seems to appear
To be trapped and unable to flee from the apparent akin-
Ness to your being in every one thing that I see.

You are in all that I see. I wish I could obliterate : the very key to the coming to be of your existence. At the expense, of course, of the world
Disintegrating into something a little less;
Beautiful, breathtaking, for the multitudes of passers-by and so much more
- enormously - less; for those who have stopped by a little while, though evidently long enough a period to bring to pass regrets that ebb and flow so constantly after.
A minute would have been enough for that to happen. Time is a concept not recognized in your company.

And nothing at all.
Nothing at all; their world would perish, pass away - for those who have stayed, and remained
in you, and you in them.
But because I will never (again) have this pleasure, of possessing this
Treasure; this riches - I might just as well render
Myself blind.

It isn't as if I could, or would, stand to listen to the same pleas that weren't mine.

Some nights I don't even care
that you don't care and that's how i know we're both
burnt out, like cigarettes, sticking to the walls of the other's lungs;
maybe i'm just fooling myself because deep down i know
that really, we were just
matches that wouldn't light from the start...
They say suicide is attempted every 40 seconds but i doubt
you'd bother to get to know me well enough to
break into me through the balcony and not my bedroom window within the seconds left- 39,
38,
37,
36...
i'm confident that you had me falling under 20..
You didn't even bother to catch my eyes through
the bars today, you didn't even bother to find out
that my very own existence might be able to be summed up in the way I've thought of the rain hitting the
pavement as tiny dancing butterflies ever since i was five..
four, three...
Why would you speak as if you were pulling me close when really all you've been doing, is pulling me apart?
Why would you remind me to stop holding my breath
when I've been catching my breath on you?
I don't want you in my lungs

The darker it becomes
the more you open your eyes
only to see what you knew fade away.
Yet when there was light
you forced with all your might
to see nothing at all.

I would always ask if you were
A hundred percent alright. And you would always respond with ninety-five percent. The other five being with me.
But today I asked you again as I sat out in the rain
With my feet freezing - though certainly not as
Cold
As the gaps between each of our own sentences
We both were painfully aware should not be there. A hundred and one percent, you told me.
And maybe that is how I know that I don't mean anything to you anymore.

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I am so
In love with you.
Your tongue on my ear, your lips
Making their way down to my
Neck. Fingers tugging at your hair.
I am so
In love with you.
"If you're planning to kiss me, I want
To be sure
We last."
I am so
In love with you.
My lungs burn and
Straining vision through blinded eyes. And you let me.
You let me catch my breath on you.
I am so
In love with you.
I swear you get me on highs and have me
Clawing at my skin
Next. Red rubber band welts
To stop the tears from rushing down.
I lick my lips and taste
Fear of losing you.
I am so
In love with you.