Space grows between us each hour, each day, and with each passing second you fade further away. I miss you already even though you’re still here. The space grows darker, more deeper, less clear.
I thought I would love you until the end of time, but like everything else love can die. The space obscures you and takes you from me. It chokes, it smoothers and I struggle to breathe.
I want to hold on to you but I want to let go, to taste the freedom that I used to know. The space grows between us and soon you'll be gone.
My lover, my friend, my future gone wrong.
Blackout poetry mixed with a heart template using Saintmakers Sketch Artist text. (Sorry I couldn't add the text as a resource, I will do so when the feature is working again.)
Thought I would try combining the two collaborations. : )