your last words.

there's nothing wrong.

everything feels so light/ there's no burden/ no clouds

how romantically she spoke of me

how beautifully she wrote things for me

how big was my smile everytime we met

how big is my smile now

i feel nothing.

there's nothing wrong

we met/ we exploded/ we got lost

there's nothing wrong with it

i feared/ i felt/ i lost

there's nothing wrong with me

propably love has the power to fix things

don't ever be confused. i said love. not romance

maybe this is how happiness feels like.

now that i'm losing every single one of my precious little breaths

have a glass of wine with me

white wine

now that i can't smell and taste

how beautifully she pictured us

i'm dreaming now.

guess all i'm trying to say is that i'm dying

and there's nothing wrong with it