i am trying
to convince myself
that we are
immortal

i've been thinking about
how your favourite word
is ephemeral because
everything in your life
is so ******* fleeting

and i don't want to be
that way too

i want to be
allowed to
kiss the
tips of your
fingers and
trace your
collarbones
with my
tongue

i am growing
older
still

(for i have
carried
on)

imagine: there are two bodies floating
at the top of the lake, and you know them
by name-  one is the girl who has always
loved you, and the other is the girl you
have always loved, even though she tells you
she could never love you back. both are
drowning, do you save one, or do you
drown too?

we have listened to the
same three albums over
fifty times, and i am
running out of way to
avoid telling you the truth

you make me
happy** he
said, and i
fell asleep
smiling