Life was put into me and in an overtime instance, I was hooked.
Not one soul could take away the love I had for you.
Your smile. My smile. We internally matched. Were one. Whole.
Tears ran down my face that night you cut our neverending rope.
Let me be. Let me scream. Let my emotions go out of control. Let. Me.
I am no longer hooked.
I now let souls divide my view of you.
Your smile. My smile. Internally different. Were one. Whole. Two arises.
She, meaning me, is becoming; growing into she without her.
You, meaning her, is changing; worse doesn't cover it.
Who are her now? Me no longer knows her.
Die already. Two arises again. WAIT! Live.
Should me give in? Her gives out.
Distance has walked into our spill of hell. Hell. Is this it?