We grew comfortable

Then we stopped counting,

Counting how many months we had been happy.

Then I started to remember he stopped texting me cute random notes,

stopped sounding excited to hear my voice

We started to feel comfortable

I stopped knowing what it is to have an identity

I stopped feeling loved

He was too busy

I was too.

We started to communicate less

I started to drown in my depression

getting mad at things that didn't matter.

We were dying to learn how to balance life and love.

We argued to the point we liked to make the other feel pain,

We went too far

I went too far

We were dying

We were dying to feel comfort from one another again

We were dying to feel alive again

We died.

We were dying after death

We were dying to rise like sphinxes

We were dying to live again

We were dying to die in each other’s arms.

We didn’t know how to keep each other alive anymore

So we wanted to be deadly but together,

Dying already dead.

But dying isn't eternal,

So we died 'til extinction.

By Denisse Cotto AKA Poet Nissy