Saturday, May 19, 2018

No

No more us;
No more togetherness;
No more head to head;
No more happiness.

If this is pain,
I don't want it.
If this was the end,
I didn't want it.

If I had a heart, now,
maybe I would describe it.
However, you took it away.
Now my lungs pump my craves.

Promise me I'll go first.
Promise me I'll not last.

I hope it ends soon.
'cause pain may break me enough to not let me thrive again. 
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