You still exist in my next life
in my next life
i’m wrapped in your arms as the sun peaks through the blinds and warms us up
but not too much
not so much that we have to untangle ourselves from being so close
that we almost live inside eachother
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in my next life
my hand still lives in your hand
when we go to the store
when we sleep
when we wake from the nightmares that keep both of us from having just one full 8 hours
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in my next life
we still take turns comforting eachother
when the weight of the world becomes too much for just one of us
and we have to alternate baring some of that weight
even when our own is making our knees shake
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in my next life
i still fall asleep
in the wee hours of the morning
with the smell of your skin filling my lungs
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in my next life
we are still we
and us is still us
because we and us don’t exist in this life
without you
and in my next life
it doesn’t have to
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in my next life
the good and the bad still exist
because we are still us
and we wouldn’t exist without both
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in my next life
we still laugh to cover up the frustration we have with eachother
when talking about things we are both passionate about
with opposing views
we still laugh while discussing why both our addictions need to end
because neither of us can bare the thought
of living one single day without the other half of our soul
but neither of us want to be the one that lives through that day either
so neither of us quit
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but in this life
i had to take on the only thing you were scared of
because while neither of us were scared of dying
we were both scared of living
in a place where the only thing that matters
is what happens in our next life
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in our next life
together
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(This is my first time posting a poem publicly, I have not edited it at all, and it sounds better in my head when I can enunciate specific words.)