Coffin

“I don’t believe in love I don’t believe every single thing about love and it’s more pleasurable for me to sit on a bench and watch people pass by each other- sometimes accidentally brushing their hands and elbows but when my eyes landed on you, I knew right there and then, I want you I want to be locked in between your arms and feel your warmth I want to wake up every morning seeing your face and feeling your breath against my skin as I brush my fingertips against your hair while I stare at your eyes I simply want to experience everything with you because with you, everything is perfect everything is surreal and unimaginable than it ever was I want to breathe a breath of relief and be constantly in love with you because you are my home- a home I never expected to be a person, a home I never expected to be you” I whispered as I watch you rest dressed in white, handsome as ever closed eyes, smiling but not breathing sleeping but not waking up laying down peacefully in a bed that’s too small for two people a bed where only you can lay six feet under a bed where your body will rest a bed where you call your coffin