Maybe I should’ve held on tighter.
I’m a hopeless romantic in a world where romance is dead and love is taken for granted.
what a pity it is that you are as beautiful as the ocean, only you lack the depth
just me and myself in the dark of the night
the sound of my breathing
and one heart beating
time is stretched eternally
one second forever
and while i am alone
i am not quite
Maybe I just refuse to believe that my heart could be wrong that many times.
It’s so much harder to accept that a person is dead when their body is still animated by a stranger