if it is to be, then so be it
for after you, is the end.
the light at the end of the tunnel holds your name and if you should falter, my path will be cast in darkness and my feet will wander. isn't it unfair how I symbolize each breath you take? as I too consider you, I fear I am your last mistake. you cannot be my light, you cannot be my home. as of now I am a stone. unmoved by wind nor whispers, but only by flooding waters.
P.S.
i won't apologize for an earlier version of myself who didn't know what she was doing. it's ok and you'll be fine.
