you made me feel like you loved me
even when you don’t.
it was just enough for me,
ignoring reality for a dream.
though the wool was thin,
it sat snug against
my eyes, nonetheless.
i could sculpt it in my mind
change the script, rewrite,
evolve the ammonite,
tell myself you’ve been kind.
a switch has flipped, though,
you’re different than what i know
you don’t make me feel like you love me
it’s no longer worth breaking bones.
it’s a weird place to be, stuck right in between i’m still in love with you, and i deserve more than you gave me when both are, at once, true i liked you much more before i loved you i liked you bette
grasping at straws trying to find the words anything, in any language, that could possibly do you justice. an impossible feat writer's block returns to me flabbergasted, swallowed whole by this feelin
i miss you so loudly. the whispers of morning and your delicate hands, wisps of hair sweeping against my face as i dig myself deeper into you. i will not go softly. i tell it to anyone who listens ho