all the fireflies have gone
and I am abandoned in darkness
here, I can feel the emptiness
of where love used to live

I sink
deeper and slower
into emerald
and turquoise so dark
it's almost black
the water claiming me
finally, as it should
pressuring my lungs to collapse
under the lightest weight
engulfed in deep blue
love

i act like deleting texts
means deleting feelings

but i think i'm just avoiding them.

"we're highly fallible when it comes to forecasting our feelings."

true and beautiful.

this sunshine,
sure is something

sweet tea
the sugar, softening my heart
and the caffeine, picking up my spirits

i missed you, lover.
please don't go again.