poetry for the poetic: 5

XIX

because when we kiss i feel myself die a little on the inside. knowing that i won't feel this forever. that this beginning has an end. i never wished for immortality, i thought life too cruel. but i wish to live on your lips till all the galaxies in space collide. until all the stars in the night skies dim. until the world itself collapses in and all that's left is this feeling. until time no longer has time left.