If we ever met

            Save me and I will save you__________

"Till the end of times?"

"Let's cover tomorrow first, dummy" she giggled.

It's not because of all the cliches our there, it's not because of the smile, moon, roses and everything romantic writers talk about

For me, it's your way of smiling back in agreement, for me it's your way of asking me for the water by pulling my shirt, for me, it is your cute little way of coughing and keeping the left hand on me for you to fix the sandle. Maybe it's a fairytale maybe it's the flaws but this is what I adore about you. 

Oh, I've asked every cell of my body, still, your name is the only answer of them all. What is it that you've done to me that no one has ever done before, I smile in pain and sing songs while dancing with you. Everything feels like a simulation. you can not be real, you can not happen to be just here. Nights, days, dreams and whatnot you're in all of them. Leading me on with a torch on your hand. 

Digging through the dirt, via the burrows. Burried deep inside is my love for you, away from everyone's eye, you're my dark black sky. I love you in hiding and adore you in secrecy, for the reason that It'll break me. I don't come close to you.

I've seen you with a knife with bloody hands chasing me through life, it says you'll kill me someday. Upthrust straight into the right chamber of my heart, vertical to the exact place where my mind left sense for you. The day I fell for you.

Counting stars as my attempts to win you come short, the endless sky gives me hope of living somewhere with you. I've got a whole lot of infinity on my side, will never get tired of you. 

Hope, is it overrated? Or is it a word used in desperation to make justice with our romanticism?

But Andy said that 'hope is a good thing, maybe the best of them all. And a good thing never dies. Should I believe that or ...

Should I just lay there with flowers in my hands, bruised knees for the cemetery you're making off of me? Or should I wear my black tuxedo for the wedding we will have? 

Oh, it stings sometimes, the amount of love within my heart, pounding your name over and over again. Feels like I'm the first one in history to die in love.

So if I ask you to come to save me, will you?

I see you suffering, bleeding and tolerating all that pain. So if I ask to help you, will you?

But everyone says that you're dead, you're nothing but a mere fantasy of my head. How can it be so real?

Am I mental or is this the beautiful dead end? So many questions and i still can't have you! 

Come save me and I will save you

If it's the last day on earth, all I want is you.