A/N: Written for the Freeverse Poetry Boot Camp at the Poetry Craze (link's in profile), prompt #003 – bubble.
there's no point in living
so let's die together
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He didn't know what to expect from
that white bed, but smiles and bubbly laughter
wasn't it. He couldn't find the words to describe her
but she'd manage to grip his heart tight,
and she can't let it go
And he wants her to let it go because
as much as he gets to know her move,
get closer,
he's more frightened than ever
because she seizes him
and tears him apart inside
And, for her, it's so easy to do
because she's in that bed, at the end of her life
with no more dreams she can see, fulfil,
even if she talks about them all
to him
And she wants to do those things,
he can tell, but there's just no time
and even from before, he hears her rushing
through her life.
She doesn't know what she wants.
Neither does he.
It's the perfect time to go and die
before he finds that thing
to cling to
But it's frightening words to hear
all the same.
