You told me I couldn't,
so I did.

We all walk,
slowly and steadily,
toward death.

But regardless,
we keep living,
even if it is just surviving.

Salt dries, a hard streak,
you say it isn't my fault,
but seeing you like this,
I can’t believe you.

I love you,
but I can’t say it.
You will never know,
even if I desperately want you to.

There are many words I wish I’d said,
while I still had the chance,
so many things we said we would do,
but we ended with only a glance.

“You are too beautiful to be heart broken,” he told me
“Well… the most beautiful flowers get ripped out of the soil, causing them to fall apart and die..” I replied to him.
He gets my metaphor and told he would’ve kept me forever.
I smile but what is there to believe anymore?