this is it, everybody listen, this is the end, i can feel it, i can sense the apocalypse coming for me in the way your lips feel cold on my skin, in the way being at your side throws a sinking sensation into the lowest parts of my heart, in the way the world is blurred at the edges when you’re around, in the way your cell phone screen lights up your face when i’m in your bed, in the way that blood runs down your skin before anything even breaks, in the way i forget not to yell, in the way you say that you don’t remember hitting me