It pains me to say it’s people like you
It pains me to admit your face flashes before me in the morning as my lips press softly on the rim of my warm coffee cup on a chilly awakening.

The way you would wrap me up in the morning like a burrito trying to contain all the ingredients trying to stay in this moment for as long as possible.
Time is all the same
it keeps going whether we want it to or not.
but yet we still try to manipulate it.
something you’ve become rather skilled at.

The way we fall asleep as my head rests on your chest feeling it as it rises and falls, listening to the sound of the heart monitor. You’d think the hospital is a hard place to fall asleep in, but the rhythmic beats are like a song, a melody providing proof of life.
A song you never want to end, until it does and you feel like your heart stopped with theirs, its a pain you can’t describe, its a right of passage, full circle for someone like you. The struggle that makes you realize how vulnerable life really is.
Sure I feel good for a short while.. But you and I both know this feeling is temporary, like everything about us.
Temporary.
Sweetie do not think too hard about it.
And if you tell me one more time that my tunnel vision is what will destroy me, I just might destroy you.

Sure everything about you might be unproductive
but I need something to distract me from