I think if I died today,
I'd be upset.
There are so many things that… honestly…
I'd really regret.
I never told you I loved you.
I never felt my skin fully on yours.
I never gave you a present on your birthday.
I never got to kiss you under the mistletoe on Christmas.
I think if you died today,
I'd be upset.
There are so many things that… honestly…
I wish you'd done.
I wish you'd seen me more.
I wish you kissed me in public.
I wish you wrapped your arms around me tighter.
I wish that night on the couch (you know the one; hot chocolate and laughs and we played scrabble but we both hated it) had lasted forever.
So yes, I get upset when someone mentions death.
It's because I can't live without you.
You can't tell right now, but I'm hanging by a thread, and you're holding scissors.
Please don't let me fall.
Or at least don't let me know when I do.
I like the falling that I am doing right now.
You know what I mean;
It's the head over heels,
Mind spinning,
Occupying,
Overwhelming feeling...
And I'm loving it.