Implode

The melancholic, nostalgic feeling you get while
watching her dance, it’s like you’ve stopped breathing
and she’s carbon-monoxide, but you
remember what your last breath was like -without her,
and you’d rather suffocate.

It's like standing at the edge of a cliff watching
everything you've ever loved and hoped for
fall to the rocks below.

It's like being the smallest soul, the loneliest one in
the world with enough hurt in your heart to rip you apart
because your skin can't hold the nuclear bomb
being detonated inside you.

It's like standing next to your soul mate
as they do nothing but watch you slowly implode.