// i’m suffering the effects of ending on a semicolon //
Humans are fragile, much like the flame of a candle.
You were a walking form of art
// i won't give you the satisfaction of seeing the marks you left on me //
The Last 28 Days in My Life: 16 days to the end
// your love is similar to radiation //
Promises of lies your words are sheets to the wind
something about what people usually do
You're an aspect stars think you belong with them
The Last 28 Days in My Life: 17 days to the end
The Last 28 Days in My Life: 8 days to the end
Look up at the blue clouds play stories of wonder
A real-life love letter I once wrote to the love of my life.