coco

a hundred separate lines



coco

some of us cannot

 


it's a song

i'm looking back on things i've done



let go let it all go

take it a day at a time



Don't be afraid to ask for help, whether it be in form of medication, therapy or plain old talking to friends. There really are times when you feel like it will never get better, but it will.

let go let it all go

watch me burn all the memories of you

 

it's a song

you gotta move or move on

It feels, in some way, like a fever dream – she’s there and he’s in her mouth and she can feel all of him, but she’s not there and she doesn’t know what’s happening and none of it matters anyway.


He runs his hands through her hair, drawing it back, mumbling something that barely registers at first but then makes her pause.


“Ba’t ka umiiyak?”


She blinks. Once, then twice, then breath stopping horror as she feels the tear slip down her cheek.


Oh my god –


Didshejustcrydidshereallycryshedidreallycrydidn'tshe


He eases out and gives her a moment. Pulls her up, draws her close. Gently wipes the tear on her face with his thumb.


“Sorry I – it’s just –” she doesn’t even look at him as she stammers.


“Okay lang.”