I know things are bad when I start dreaming about someone.
Not even good dreams,
Just dreams.
Dreams spark things.
Dreams start things.

Was it too much
To think of myself
As beyond physical attraction?
I guess it was.
I'm not in love.

I still love you
In all of my indifference
And the time that I have spent floating
When you don't so much
As cross my mind
You're still alive
Living in my lungs
Stealing all my
Oxygen