When I Tell You Iloveyou, I Mean That Every Piece Of Me I Can Still Touch Belongs To You. When I Tell

when i tell you iloveyou, i mean that every piece of me i can still touch belongs to you. when i tell you iloveyou, i mean i love you more than i have ever loved myself. two lines of fate tangled together, i couldn’t untie us even if i tried. but some days, love, it feels like a losing game. some days, i don’t remember why i’m still here. i wasn’t supposed to make it past 17. on the good days, i’m glad i did. on the bad ones, i feel like a stranger in this body. my hands feel like they don’t belong to me, my eyes hollow, my skin unfeeling. but i still love you. there’s a corner of my mind where you have your home, and you already have my entire heart. if i make it past this, it’ll be for you. for your hand in mine, life inside lifelessness. maybe i’ll steal a little bit of your warmth, just enough to make it through. i feel the weight of all 8,259 days that I've been alive pressing down on me. every single second. the peace of putting it down is the only thing i want more than you. iloveyou. iloveyou. whatever is left of me, it’s yours.