First Day of My Life

After tonight, I don't know if I'll ever write again. My veins are full of you(th). My final thoughts are that my life ends tomorrow morning. I don't want to sleep. I don't want any single second to be wasted for the rest of my time here.

I just want you. After this, the poet dies. You were the beginning, and the end. And I'm lost without you.

xx

"Listen well, will you marry me?"