may 8th, 2002 / 8:24 p.m.

i had forgotten the sound of my own heartbeat till you had the courage to show me that i was still alive, and you held my still beating heart before me and said

"there's something in your eyes that's not quite dead.."

and i took my heart back, only to give it back to you soon after and i said

"i've given you my heart, you once showed me that i wasn't dead, now i need you to show me how to live"

and since that moment i have forgotten about the times when i cursed myself for breathing, when i regretted that i woke up in the morning, when i wished that my heart did in fact stop...

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