Some days it's still too much to even move. whole days eaten whole. forehead shattered forward underneath the weight of you. to have lived to see the gleam in your eyes dull from the first night to the last - from the night that you first pulled me through that swinging door in the velvet lounge, to the night in forrest chase when i broke down in front of two thousand people. and i KNOW i'd be dead now because of it, but sometimes i can't help but wish we'd had the sense to share that one night. one dance, sing "we must never be apart" and then separate.