By the morning, you willhave already forgotten about me. But your memorywill always live inside...

By the morning, you will

have already forgotten

about me. But your memory

will always live inside

of my skin, my mind,

my fucking bloodstream.

I don’t know why we do this

to ourselves. Admitting

to the problems that are

so easily solvable.

But we keep doing this,

and we continue to keep

each other alive

by using our words

that have only become

stronger the longer

we are away

from one another.