Everything's Dark.

Fading

I remember the beginning

when there was light-hearted conversation every day

and you actually asked how I was doing.

You told me all about your life

and always came to me for advice.

We talked about the future

and you gave me hope that maybe

I'd have a future.

But then things start to fade and

the winter turns everything grey.

Our lives are consumed with everything

but each other.

My texts go unread and my wrists are turning red

and all I need is you.

A few drunk texts later,

I try to get you to sleep but you're too consumed with

the stranger attached to your lips.

We were living in a fantasy world,

you even said it yourself,

but yet I hold onto something that

we lost a long time ago.