My Last Words

Fuck this. Fuck you.

You've taken my words,

I'm left with this.

This almost-poetic self prophecy.

Almost, but not quite.

This is why I can never love, not you, not anyone.

They were all that kept me going before I had you, then you leave.

I'm alone, and I don't even have my words to save me.

I'm drowning, why must you pull me under?

God how I love you, the way you take me to the brink of death, then pull me back to the surface.

If I could just bring myself to let you go I could fall into the deep abyss below.

Into the darkness. Beyond the light.

Oh shit. I just wrote something!