One dead and one alone. That’s how the story ends.

These days, I’m finding it harder and harder to breathe. My chest pounds with every heart beat like you’re here, again, standing in front of me, your two hands around my neck.

I can’t save you unless you save me, too.

Life is great, and without it, you’d be dead.

I miss you like the mismatching sock I can’t find. You’re out there somewhere.

You’re gone and you left me. My heart has dissipated. The only thing I can feel is the blood rushing through my veins and the strings that hold my fragile heart together.

You’ve left me with a kaleidoscope of broken smiles and shattered dreams.

My heart beats so hard, I feel like I have an earthquake inside of me. It’s weighing me down and my hands shake with the need of safety and comfort.

I’ll use the blood from my spilling heart to write the words that were never able to slip out of my mouth, so you can see how much you’ve broken me into a perpetual state of melancholy.

We’ll meet again, but you’re a lifetime away, and I need you now.