Love Breathes After Death

I loved her with everything you can possibly love a significant other with and I never got anything for it because I never asked, got treated like I was dead and now that I'm dead and sitting on my tombstone, she spends her nights mourning over my grave, crying about what she couldn't say because she was

Afraid of falling,

Afraid of hurting me,

Afraid of living.  

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When I was alive, I spent most of my life chasing her to tell her time after time again that I was falling for her, that I couldn't control these feelings of wanting to see her every morning to only fall asleep watching her at night, that I wanted to be each others' forever because we got each other when we couldn't understand ourselves.  

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And now, years later, you still mourn over my grave, holding the broken lock while I wear the key responsible around my neck like it's my salvation, a sacred link from my heart to yours.  

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Wishing I could grab Father Time and shake him around till I could go back to where it was just you and I on the dance floor with you looking so gorgeous at your 16th birthday party. I would've said how lucky I felt to look into your eyes, but nothing was spoken except me saying happy birthday.  

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I wish I could hug you one more time, just to let you know everything will be okay. Wish I could hear your voice one last time, just so I could have something heavenly to take with me to the other side. Wish I could kiss you because I never got to kiss you while I was alive and I know sneaking back for one kiss would be worth it all. Wish certain people weren't an influence about how I felt about you, because it led to nothing except me leaving a voicemail saying how sorry I was to only hang up and end it with nothing but a single gunshot into the night.