I'm Only A Poet. I Don't Make Titles

I see you holding his hand...
I'm spacing out.
My heart's racing now.
I can't keep up the happy “I'm fine” act.
I- I don't want my love to retract...
I... I love you... I feel like I'm losing you...
Please come back...

I play guitar, to get it off my mind...
Why do I feel like you're his now...
You were mine...

Why? Just- why?
What happened to you and I?
Together forever, till the end of time...
Guess not... Is this what it's like to die?
To have your heart stop,
Your breath escape,
The pressure of the world on top,
Eternal sleep? Heh... My mind state.

Give me something euphoric, please?
Something good for me to use...
Something to abuse.
Something to take the pain from me.
Something to overdose on and die...
After all, you got be low to get high.

If not her, then music,
Not music, then poetry.
Those are what I need.
Something to take in,
to breathe.
That's what keeps me alive.
That's what fueled me to survive...