Nuclear War

I know I still want you.

I know.

I know that forgetting you is like breathing.

I know I miss you like an alcoholic misses alcohol.

But still, I cannot quit.

I cannot let go.

I still want to drink until I no longer know what I am doing…

What I am saying…

Where I am going…

I want to be drunk—so drunk that I forget every emotion,

Each feeling that once belonged to you.

I want it buried, never to come to light.

I want to erase it from the earth.

But can you erase the earth?

Well… Yes. Maybe…

If you press the button, create a nuclear war, and destroy it all.

And then, what?

Dust—only dust everywhere.

Nothing can live anymore or anywhere.

It is the end of the world as we know it.

It ends there, with us.

It ends with us, but not together…

Dead and burned into ashes,

Leaving behind only the terrible smell of smoke,

Suffocating,

Breathless.