Hospital Hallways.

The hallway darkens, and lights flicker as I keep my pace steady.
My lungs pump heavily, my fingers puncture into my stomach, my feet bare and cold. 
Your touch sings to me, intoxicating my breath, leading me to your chest.
It's all so real and enough to wake me up in the mid of night.
Hidden are the thoughts of how I will survive this fight.
Founded are your lips eased upon my head as you leave me in a few short minutes.
In my mind, my hands raced wildly for yours, I stumbled around, locked in the dark world of make believe.
This isn't enough, you can't leave me like this. 

The hallway darkens, and lights flicker as I stop my pace.
My spiked heart drops, and my hands bring me to my knees.
I lay myself down easily, holding myself together with what you left me.
I hear the whispers from all of the inpatients, "Death can be so peaceful".

This isn't enough, you can't leave me like this. 
You can't, you can't, you won't.

I clutch these fists for release but undone they fall, with such little strength to show. 
I've chosen where to be, but I misplaced our bodies in all of the fake memories. 
And hospital sheets serve as bandages for the baby bones I have purposely broken chasing after you. 
When all you want and need has been taken from you, explain to me how possible is it to simply breathe day in and day out... And if I continue to survive day after day without you, how vital were you in the first place?

I don't want to fade where you are not found, even if you remain blurred, I will keep you any way I can.
Always warm, always so warm in my arms... I'm starting to feel warm, starting to drift...
So lonesome, so weak, so wild, so awake but I can't even speak now.
That wasn't enough, this is not right. 

Don't look at me, at least not in the eyes.
Don't mention my name anymore, not where I'll chance hearing it.
It only sends signals through my heart to drop another foot deeper.
I can't take those simple gestures these days.
I can't take the simple idea of you never with me.

I'm a sick, lost puppy dog holding onto the pitbull's territory.
I'm waving the white flag, so please stop shooting.
Gulping back all of my foolish distress,

Because who else could I love?
Because who else would I lay down a fight for?

So don't, please just don't.
Unless of course, you mean it.