I breathe in … breathe out.
Your voice is all that guides me.
“I love you”.
You whispered to me.
But what is love?
Is it good?
Is it evil?
It is both.
Sometimes love can be sweet
Sometimes sour.
Sometimes love can be a basket of roses
Sometimes a handful of thorns
I cannot love.
My heart forbids it.
I can no longer trust those my mind tells me I should love.
This constant war between heart and mind, never taking rest.
At night I toss and turn to finally find sleep and peace, but to no avail.
I am alone.
I’ve always been alone.
No one has ever been there for me besides… besides Vinyl.
She’s the only one… The one that said she swore her life to me.
To us.
But… now she’s gone...