sweet downfall,
i find myself crashing harder than the time before
i'm chasing what i've romanticized,
a false interpretation that
his smile was the only source of light in my mind's darkest crevasses,
his eyes were full of an expected curiosity
but i've learned not to lean on my own understanding
he pulled streams from my eyes without awareness,
and he keeps these tides continuous
it seems like i can't get the image
of sitting in the passenger seat,
watching the lights of the traffic signals
reflect on his face,
camouflaging his blushing cheeks
out of my head of distorted dreams
and impossible realities
i lean in until i wake up
he is oil,
i am water,
somehow the laws of the universe
prohibit us from ever meeting.
one of us is handling that predicament
better than the other.