I’m thinking of ending things.
I’m thinking of ending it. It comes and it creeps. It lingers and beckons. It attracts and then it pulls. Every time that I am away from you, you pull me back. But every time I come close, you push me away. These rules of attraction that often stir between us always brings me back to one single thought: of ending things, here and now, me and you.
But like the rope tied into knots, unbreakable by human hands, you hold me. This tether that keeps me bound to you through the spectrum of eternity keeps me here, and I always conscious of it. With every pull and tug of this leash, I am reminded of our destiny that binds me to the earth while you remain in the heavens. You soar, I walk. You guide through the firmament, kissing the stars and embracing them; I count the flowers and their petals, and they die when I touch.
Yet we are always destined to meet. One way or another. And every time that I do, I am reminded and rewind back to that single, lone, horrible thought:
I’m thinking of ending things.
Because you deserved better. You deserved stronger. You deserved the one that soars with you in the firmament. How, then, did it come to this?