somewhere in between our nightly silences after you've used up all your energy
and interaction for the day, i noticed that in between the breaking of my bones and
the snapping of any hopes i had for a fucking happy ending with us, there was a lingering note of death.
both of us have black holes threatening to swallow us almost daily, and i knew in the saddest
moment ever, that despite you being the only reason i'm still fucking here, you're not enough
to save me, and i'm not enough to save you.
i don't know if its physics, or something that i'm sure i would understand better if i paid
attention in college, but i think theres just too much pressure being exerted, and this
why i cant help but feel like the entire universe is trying to pull me limb from limb each
time i sleep next to you.