i think i've been writing too much,
but it's the only thing i can focus on.
because i can no longer think of you
without sinking a little lower,
and darling i'm already at the bottom.
i'm dead and cold,
but somehow i continue to sink.
my hair fell out from the stress
and pulling at it at night.
my eyes got too dry,
from all the sleepless nights.
and my flesh rotted away,
no longer getting your touch.
and my respiratory system
is gone and shot,
because a broken heart can't beat,
and my lungs only crave the air
your lips allow out.
my mind was lost the day you left,
so now sinks my bones,
the only thing left.
and even those are decaying.
because i believe in soul mates
and i believed our bones
were made from the same star.
