We die here today, in this bed we used to love in. It’s a sudden death, the ones you never expect and we don’t get to say goodbye. You’re too far from me and you’re too cold for me to touch. I’m too past coming back and there’s no saving ashes. So here lies what we were when our love lived and burned. Here lies the not what could have been but what should have been. The cause of death was lack of fighting.
- Delilah Theodora










