if the world ends today
I don't want you to tell me you love me
or that you are sorry
or that you are hurting
or that you wish we could have gone about differently
lately
my veins have been playing dead
trying to find a pulse in my body
keeping myself warm and worrying
that somehow we might all just combust
or explode
or just catch on fire
like swallowing too much alcohol
to fall down on soft floors
and wanting to fall asleep
and wanting to wake up alive
in love
and living
promising that we are not hurt anymore
we just want to pretend we can die together
in peace
but in pieces
realizing our pulses are becoming extremely distant
and i can't feel your soul jumping out of your skin anymore
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