i'm no longer your one.

I'm seeing things lately. It's you pointing a gun right at your head with your hold so firm as if it isn't scary. It's me watching you die patiently with my eyes weren't bothered to blink as if they were dead first and now all empty.

I'm hearing things lately. It's us screaming at each other in our crumbled apartment. It's you and your anger filled the air saying that it's me who to blame we're walking in ices of uncertainty. It's me talking back full of rage 'cause who's manic could even bear to bring themselves freezing death with all their bones weary.

But you won't even hear me.

Don't your Gods tell you what to do with all these exhausted shadows of you and me? Doesn't He tell you how to stop this irritating tragedy?

You'd tied a rope between us. You'd swore it will keep us close but, darling why you're drifting away anyways? I pull it tighter and tighter but your shadows loosen it up so you're free in too far distance. And I fall by the valley with a muted mouth screaming your name back and forth. I fall by the valley with all your ropes choking on my throat.

I'd say you're one persistent soul but I've always been one all this long. I'm coming back from death with all my bodies swollen. I wait for your ray of sunshine keeping me so strong. But you've turned your back with all the warms around me stolen.

Never once have you thought of coming back so I walk with all my stitches torn.

Ghosts linger above our frosting grave singing the most insufferable song. I stopped walking Camden now that your phantom no longer haunts. I stopped pushing the air through our lungs now that the pulse's nowhere to be found.

We're awfully dead but I told you too late and you're already deaf. You said you'll be coming back all safe but, darling I've been sick with all this gray in my face. I've been sick to death—of keeping us alive. You're not gonna untie these threads so I've had screw them instead.

You may fly free now and I'll break the cage locking me slow. I'm giving us up so you may stop diving low. I'm drowning along the rustling ship so you could drive throughout the town. You could find someone else you want.

Now that I know I'm n

o longer your One.