i can't seem to wash you off my skin.
yours accidentally touched mine.
as shadows fall onto the eclipse,
my heart turns into a landmine.

exhausted it lays, beating faster,
whenever you're on my mind.
breaths, drawn in sharper,
i can't seem to shut you out.

it's ridiculous, i say to myself,
the power you have on me.
thoughts of you send splinters
throughout every inch of my body.

your presence itself feels like a sin.
you're all i think about.
my wishes, never leaving my lips,
could cause the stars to burn out.

it all weighs heavy on my chest,
like ruins no one came to save.
so i leave it there—forgotten, rotting—
just wishful thinking
digging its own grave.

i’ve put you out of my mind.
pages, chapters were turned.
we’ve carried on with new lives.
but seeing you stirred
something in me
i can’t quite comprehend.

we were so good for a while.
overwhelming,
and grossly fun.
i remember the shivers
that ran down my spine
whilst you opened up my heart.
why you stopped,
i’ll never understand.

you were taken aback
by the chemistry,
the almost-could-have-beens.
you called me the enigma,
full of mystery —
a work of wonder
left feeling cheap.
words off your mouth
like ambrosia i drank.

and now i’m having dreams about you
when i’ve filed you away.
i would have been yours,
if you’d asked me to.
i’m sorry you realised too late
that you ****** it up
right at the start.

i'm drinking a lot.
forgot why i started.
one excuse, it seems like
became a hundred.

it hushes the demons
for a moment or two,
but the silence feels borrowed,
and it never comes through.

i'm smoking a lot.
unsure of the whys.
trying to gather
the parts i call mine.

they used to help,
but keep dragging me down,
just like we do each other,
deep underground.

help me smother
these chaotic sparks
you’ve fed, fuelled
and let grow
whilst gasping for air,
my bleeding heart
submits quietly
to your soul.

i always thought,
the darkness fed on me.
hunted me, like prey.
made me weaker,
made me lose control.

i realise now —
darkness did nothing.
i did.

i offered myself up
on a plate,
walking paths
i'd already worn thin.
it’s all my fault.
it’s all on me.

what a freakish thing —
blaming my wrongdoings
on him.

if anything,
darkness is a mate
i owe an apology to.

i didn’t mean to bad-mouth you,
when you’re the only one
carrying me
on your back,
when i get deep,
dark blue.