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love is a form of cancer.
I don’t know what’s worse, if you stay or if you go?
I don’t know whats better, if we end it here or if we patch up the broken pieces that we have created?
I don’t know if our love we have created has died or just dimmed for the time being?
My heart pounds, it races like a thousand horses going for the finish as i long for your presence.
Like a disease you’ve taken over my body, my heart, my soul.
Like a disease the my love spreads throughout the human body, a secret killer.
The condition gets worse, as i become it’s slave and walk amonst the others.
Breathing around you becomes impossible.
And standing becomes a simple chore.
Seeing and being gifted with your presence is like taking a glimpse at heaven.
So before you stay or if you I’d like to tell you one thing known as 143.
No matter the distance, no matter where you are, no matter the treatment, no matter how long the ticks for.
I’ll always be here, be here waiting and just so you know for shits and giggles.
I’m totally, utterly, madly in love with you.
This is my last goodbye. <|3
Yes, i did write this all myself. some say i have a very good thing given to me, the talent to write. i agree, thank you god for giving me such a gift. (:
