Existent

The Break up (i)

God damn it, 

I keep trying to convince myself the sky is blue,

that it is I- that left you,

but do you know,

that it kills each part of my soul,

to have to walk past you,

and know, that you believe

I am not completely in love,

I can't take it anymore.

I don't want to see you with someone,

and I don't want to see you alone,

no, Cannot bear the thought of hands 

brushing yours,

please, God

Open the doors of death,

without her-

I don't want life anymore.