not feeling particularly creative as of late, but hey what can you do?

and lying here
so close to you
just one bedroom
away from you
doesn't make matters
this love
any easier
when all i can do
is think of you
and ache
and bleed
and fuck
and fight
well, it's not really living, is it?
mere survival
is key
survival, can't hurt you
it's living, that kills me