I'm not okay with losing you.

I'm not okay with saying goodbye.

I'm not okay with abusing you,

your heartache makes me cry.

I'm not okay without you; a lost, drifting soul,

I'm not complete when I am free; your smile makes me whole.

But I am okay with knowing

we have no clue where we are going,

and if this is a dead end,

then we will walk away again


The End

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