If the devil could ask, would you walk to the other side for the love? I would reply with that the luckiest strike hit by my heart wouldn't even come close to the pain I feel whilst she is so far from me. I cannot walk through the battlefield without feeling empty that she isn't close to me breathing walking. Yet she is existing further away from me with each step of survival I must take to see her once again.
Dear savior, my angel my love, my kitten, how I would give everything I have in for the slightest interaction with you. How I would walk these woods that I must spill blood all over with you instead. How I would watch the twinkle of light in the corner of your hazel eyes under the leaves and see the future of us there.
Dear angel the days are darker and the air seems filthier, save me oh precious flower which blossoms once the sun is out. I cannot eat a single bite of anything knowing that you may need money for food. I cannot inhale without remembering your lavender smell. I cannot touch anything without remembering the embrace of your silky hair wrapping around my dry and patchy fingertips. Love, I miss the hours we would spend laughing at my stupidity whilst you help me climb out of my obliviousness from admiring you and not knowing how to act when the air of my lungs is walking beside me with each and every second.
Xoxo your Savior.