Monologue #insertnumberhere
I would delete my fingers for touching your cheek, because I left it burnt.
I would delete every sting that came out of my eyes to see yours, so bright, looking at me, because I knew that I’ll let you blind afterwards.
I would delete my future feelings, because I know I broke your heart and I deserve no more.
I would delete my dreams and my existence, so you would never remember me, as if you never met me, and pray from the Void for your dreams to come true.
I would say I am sorry a thousand times, but for every “sorry” that I’m saying inside of me, every day gives me one thousand punches in my stomach. I know that yours ache, too.
I would gather all the blood that I have in my veins, so you would see roses grow on the snow.
And I would gather all the galaxies, so you would see them happening right before your eyes.
But what I would do, if you care or not, is keeping you alive through my art.
As every beautiful memory fades away. And here’s me, holding onto them to never leave me. Never letting myself drawn to the past, but never letting go. I never let them go. I would delete my existence if I were to let them go.
