Unspoken

The coldness bite. I was feeling pretty alone and it felt so fucked up. The coffee in front was drained fast. I wonder what to do next. You see. I keep telling myself that one day you will be gone and both of us are gonna have our own paths. But to imagine that is hard. I can't even think of it. I'm helpless and suffocated. This space I live in is going to eat me alive. I'm scared and I just want you.