just stop making cuts

 

just stop making cuts
 when it's one of the two then

 the two downstairs it kills me 

not to breathe without you like this 

evening from your house this morning at my house
I don't want that anymore
you will kill me
I swear
I still have pain
of your absence from my morning
it makes
 it tears your insides out
just you on the right
me
the same in parallel

a left
your path on the right mine on the left
will have an intersecting
roundabout
I promise us
to both yes
you succeed
I can't stop smiling
I'm alive
you too
now
reassure
you
thank you