I’d have to peel you off of my skin, have to drain you out of my blood. I have  to remove your scent from my smile, a smile lost without you around. I’ll  need to sing you off of my breath, love songs so sweet they’ll rise to the ears of angels. I’ll  need to write you off of my fingertips, I’ll have to write till the end of time. Poems for every star-crossed lover and every heart that lies broken in the silence of the mourning night. I’d have to write till white pages turn into the blackest of nights. Write till my fingers bleed, write till I get rid of your fingertips from my pen. I have to die and live again without the faintest memory of you so I can move on. You have to be erased from my memory if I were to live this life we’re stuck in. I’ll have to cry, scream, paint , write and dance. I’ll have to  break hearts and I’ll have to burn memories, and nothing will ever do.

Your soul’s infused with mine, without it, I’ll cease from being. 

My soul has sworn to stay forever in love with yours. My one and only.