An abstract, poetic, piece of writing I wrote on a drive.
When you cry, the world ends. You are the end of the world.
How does it feel? How does it feel, being the end of the world?
How does it feel being the end of my world?
I would have said anything to make you stop crying, to make the world stop ending. I would have done anything.
I would have grabbed your hand and flown you into the sky, pulling you along with me as I showed you the world from above, the cool night air brushing against our faces, your hair tailing behind you.
I would have shown you the Colosseum, the Eiffel Tower, anything and everything. I can picture the delight ony our face, the utter awe.
To see you smile again, I could do anything.
The world ended the day you cried. You cried, and I watched. Cold as stone.
Cold as stone as you cried and the world ended.