#ofoblivion

Call me the same,

free of fear,

free of blame.

Would you say

that we're leaving (living?)

the same way?

What we've become

is a sin,

it's the sun,

it's a kiss on the lips of oblivion.

 she’s watching the sun begin to rise from the corner of her eyes; her tired hues too focused on the one gathering his articles of clothing to worry about her lack of sleep. she had to be up in less than two hours yet she hadn’t even been to SLEEP yet. spent most of her night too w o r r i e d about what would become of the two of them once he walked out of her door. the constant question of whether or not she’d see him again already beginning to settle. carefully, she removed herself from the bed they had shared for hours; nothing but a sheet that once laid on the floor to cover her. walking up to him with a false sense of confidence to rest a hand on his bicep as an attempt to get him to stop moving. ❝ what if i asked you to stay? ❞ her voice soft & etched with e x p e c t a t i o n.