I want to stop writing

but there's a hole

in my heart

formed by the bullet

that you shot to my chest.

I want to stop thinking

but memories replay

like a cassette

drawing what could

have been of us;

the fragments of our heavens

across the fragile skies.

I want to stop feeling

but pain flows through my veins,

enhancing my vocal cords,

teasing the crack on my lips,

just like a river of poetry.

I want to stop loving

but my heart is revived

by all these virtual hands

that have blessed me with care.

I want to backtrack

but there's a myriad

of demons

I have to fight

— I will win the battle.

But victory is nothing

without you by my side.