The noodles in my soup have turned into tiny drips of blood.
Maybe the last thing you gave to me...
At least the broth is a mixture of you and me.
Just add water
Bring to a boil
And it BURNS!
I love you in a way
I didn't think I was capable of.
I wish I could have proven that to you.
But I dissolved us as you stirred...
Trying to make it perfect.
Now, I will walk in the sand alone.
I wish we could
Experience. Freedom. Love. Now.