Why does the beginning always feel like the end?
every breath you take is just foreshadowing the moment your lungs cease.
every beat of your heart is a beat closer to slowing.
every word from your mouth might be the last to touch your lips.
when you touch my skin I feel like a dying star, moments away from supernova.
when you enter my bloodstream, I feel the way my pulse changes to accommodate you.
why does it feel like every time we’re ending, we’re just breaths away from the next heartbeat?