rkr

it’s you. it’s always you. from the moment I laid my eyes on you until the moment I take my final breath it’ll be you. you’re the air in my lungs, the blood in my veins, but I’m slowly draining out. my chest is getting tighter, my vision is hazy, and you’re slipping away. but maybe you were never there to begin with. maybe it was just all in my head. but if that’s the case, sing me to sleep so I can dream of you again.
—  rkr // 5am ramblings