The movement was incapacitated, and the time was occupied with not existing. For he was capable of showing pre-eminence over me in no time — I stand alone, the colors of mine evanesce. The pieces of what was left of him were in my au naturel, blood-covered hands, slowly breaking into even smaller pieces. I could not think to do it, I could not do it even if I tried — I wish not to live without you. My body abides to remain close to yours, feeling every breathe and every heart beat. I covet the gone as all the senses of mine grew to be more mystified, more demoralized, once they were unable to locate that soft sound, that rapid beat I endear so very much. It definitely had been more than what they call days — certainly more since you left me in the dark, heartless. The osculator — the name given to you by the many souls surrounding us. The souls that once had a body, the souls you stole as you connected the lips of yours to the lips of a complete stranger. I could not help but stare at that sight of your lips finding a home, a home that banished the image of me in it. And so my soul rests the rest I did not hope for — unabridged, viable & mortal.
— 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑺𝑶𝑼𝑳. - 7 minutes ago