Space Elf

I used to write about how much I love you. Calling you at 4am to hear your voice and tell you I miss you. I always missed you, because the miles between us never lessened. Constant. That’s how I described you. Yet now we are further a part than ever. Disconnected. Separated by the current. We said goodbye once before, but not like this. I will fill myself with smoke instead of thoughts of you and write about the world and how everything beautiful always leaves, no matter how much you want it to stay. 

one of the hardest things to do is to admit to those who care about you that you are not okay.

one last breath, one draw of blood, one last goodbye. But unfortunately I cannot stop living  I cannot turn it off  there is no one last at least not for now  smile and pretend that you are fine  as long as you fake it,  I guess you can get by