"till the end ?" you said.
"till the end end."
it made us sound like a promise

tw; mentions of blood

but then you're here dying on my lap
and my hands are stained with your blood
and my tongue is burning because i can't say anything
and i think i'm shaking
i'm shaking and crying and the dirt on your face blurs all the lines i used to know

i don't know who is who anymore
i mutter your name and you don't respond
and you won't ever respond again
the smell is ripping my lungs and the cracks on your body make my guts turn
i can't hear myself screaming because everything is too loud

i might just go as well

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i loved the death cure i'm crying