From John to Sherlock, several years after the fall.
It's been so long since you left me and I still have that familiar wrenching feeling, a hand clamping my heart, your name
Does that to me
I can't breathe without you here, it's like not living. You were my life energy, the chaos in this relativity and I -can't- cope
Without your endearingly faults
I cannot fathom why you did that, why you felt the need to jump, to throw yourself so far
away from me. I wish I could have stopped you, saved you, died for you, anything but live without you, Did you know? Did you think?
Did you think I'd be okay, that i could just carry on like you meant nothing, when all I want to do is break down and scream
This is the most miserable existence there can possibly be, and it's falling apart
I didn't know anyone could do this to me, My own flawed heart, painfully removed, examined, twisted and tortured
Only to be trapped once more
Beneath my unforgiving rib cage
But still it beats -how?
How, mine is still pounding on, when yours is - still.
And I hate it
Still.