Everything Dies, Even Us
We’re still breathing the same air which feels like a promise until it doesn’t
This love is on life support machines humming lullabies we pretend are hope I hold your hand like it might remember what it used to reach for
Every day I resuscitate us with smaller pieces of myself Every day you thank me by looking away
We argue in whispers now as if volume might just finish the job The silence between us has learned my name and calls it back empty
I keep stitching cracks that want to be doors You keep bleeding out of conversations I’m still attempting to save
They say love knows when to let go Mine doesn’t. Mine digs its nails into the floor as they pull you down the hall begging for one more minutes one more miracle one more life I can live inside
If this is mercy it’s a slow down it this is faith it hurts like hell
