When The Stinging of Your Eyes Mimicks Your Lips

The air
it surrounds you and takes your breath away.

Suddenly
you can't breathe, you can't see, you can't hear and the world's collapsing in beautiful colors right before your eyes.

This is the end.
You relish the fact, still gasping for breath; is this all we live for? A battle of life to win nothing but death?

The colors burst through your eyes,
the sounds scream through your head,
yet you're unable to produce a sound
or utter a single word.

[someone save me.]

But you aren't ready to be saved quite yet, are you?
Forgetting the fact that your earth-bound and there IS nothing that can save you.

What a sympathetic world this is. Back in the days when you remember you could breathe you vaguely fascinate over the touch of his arms.

Was it worth it? being his gorgeous angel that smiled only around him. You thought it was, but that never mattered to anyone but him.

And now the silence that lingers on . . . it's nothing but the deepest of "I miss you so much". The light persists your eyes and you snap them shut; you don't want the light, you want the darkness that would hug you and never let go; the light always lets go.

[are you as ready for this as I am?]

You breathe though you cannot speak, and all that matters is that your "god" hears them.

Tears slip through your eyes; "you're even beautiful in the dark. It doesn't matter where you belong now, baby, you belong here with me."

Those words tore at your heart the day they were spoken . . . like he had actually meant them.

What happens when where you belong isn't there anymore?

It's not about the breaking of the heart, it's about the silence of his lips, stinging your eyes and mouth though
he's gone.
he's gone.

That's too much to say.