𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝐸𝑙𝑖𝑗𝑎ℎ ,

I cried for the sixth time today.

I can't do it any longer.

As if you read my mind ,

you were there.

Standing below my window.

My Romeo.

But oh how I will never wish you death.

You threw rocks ,

and broke my window.

"It's fine , it can be fixed."

I assured you.

But I didn't assure you

of the

growing hole

in my lung.

I told you what your brother said.

You were angry.

We laid in bed together.

We lay in each other's arms ,

eyes shut

fingers open

and suddenly ,

all the colors of the world

pass through our bodies

like strings

of fire.