Commitment issues

Memory of carrying you

Home under the stars

That barely shown through

The pollution of the city’s sky

Heaven hung just out of reach

That night I think that was when

I officially began to lose my mind

This is the first time I haven’t had

To think “what if they don’t make it to my next birthday?”

Instead, I’m busy worrying about me

Slowly dying in the shower since

I banned myself from the local bar

That I went to after deciding against your arms