Apple

It gets more difficult to see you everyday, and yet I breathe to do so.

I burn myself near you, but I’d prefer that over another second in the cold.

You are the hand extended, while also being the abyss below.

I would kill myself if I take you, but I would die if I let you go.

In this letter, we pause to acknowledge, and let it be gone with the wind.

A month later, things have spiraled and somehow have become better, but I still despise how sometimes we cannot help but just feel.. and hurt.