loving you was like
gulping the whole sun down my throat
in one go
of course i am burning now

What we are isn’t what we were.
What we will be isn’t what we are now.

You make it hard to remember what song I was listening to
when my world was ending;
pale skin tangled up in dark carpets,
shallowed breathing,
the room reveling in my emptiness.

But now,
I think our melody might be even more memorable.

So
I'm tugging at your arms
as if they were the rope around my neck;
please don't let me fall.