i asked you if you knew how it felt falling so slowly off of a cliff you can’t help but wish to just get to the bottom;

without batting an eyelash you said “yes.“

and i asked you in a confused haze, “what? how?“

you looked right at me and said, “when i fell in love with you.”

*“and i still am.

falling, i mean.”

two, three, four shots of ***** ;
a bucket of tears,
and a heart in pieces later;
i was at your door.

begging on my knees for a love never once given
----- only taken.

perhaps it's because of the alcohol running through my veins that lead me there.

perhaps it was because i still love you.

*or maybe it's because i missed you the minute you walked away.

the thoughts that keep me up at night
all engraved in the back of my mind ---
consuming each crack and crevice, not even
giving me the chance to breathe

they ravaged the insides of my flesh, echoing their agony in my bloodstream like a distant note

but i can hear the night.
i can hear it calling me.
i hear the silence.
the  familiar hum of sleeping bodies
the stillness of the wind
the distinct flicker of lamp posts
and empty streets

the quiet of the stars
and the gentleness of the moon

the night. it comforts me.
dark as it may be.
and as i feel peace enveloping my every pore,
i smile.
i close my eyes.

i let it consume me even more.