River

The only thing still touching the one I love is the sun. I chased him off into the distance, and now I'm stuck inside the shadows. I've tried this before, and lost far more than I gained. I know that even true love dies, but how much does it take with it? Some people survive the loss, other's fade away to nothing. I fear my fate will be to lay down, and die. My heart aches, and it's as forceful as a river. A one way current that's caught me, claimed me, and swallowed me whole. Will we always be this controlled by our pain? It's brought me from the soil to the sea, pleading with me to lose myself to the waves. I question if I should fear death, or if I should welcome it at this point. Our chaos has me confused. It feels as though the wolves have been set free to run wild on my heart. They're relentless, and hungry. It's not as though i'm not still craving you. I don't think that piece of me will ever fade. It's the part of me that knows not even these words will last that wants it all to fall to the ground. My mind knows nothing but to love you, and my heart can't help but embrace you. I've been forced to build some thick skin in order to withstand the pain this has injected into me. I feel like I'm the moth, and you're the flame. I got to close again, but I'm lost without you. I'm afraid of the dark, and you're nowhere to be found. Are we better off sailing this world without each other? Or is it a death sentence either way? Doomed in love or cursed apart.