So much for breathing, my cloud nine fell from grace. Loss of
everything, where is my identity?. If I could only find what is
left me. So much for letting go when you have nothing left to
hold. The words that slid off your tongue, my everything. Your
nothing, I know that I don't mean much to you but you mean the
world to me. Devotion, an undying dead. The harrowing, bleed you
out of me, the "he said, she said" falsity. Leave it be, I just
want to go home. So much for letting go. I won't be dying with
me, no not this time. Becoming by undoing him. Sacrifice, the
ultimate devotion. So much for saving yourself. It can never be
love. I can never be sold like the blood they call love. I am a
stranger. I will not, I have not, I can never be like hi