Written by Jacob Ibrag
‘For better or worse.’ That was yesterday.
I rose from the grave after you stole half of my
heart and ran away. A phone call later, I’m right by
your side again. My blood forever running through
your veins. After everything, you’re still the only thing
that ever made any sense. I want to reset the present,
pretend we’ve never met. And yet, I’m part of a whole
again. Reject this sensation, remember what she did.
Take my blood and live your life, just let go
of my heart and let me live mine.
Painting by Alyssa Monks