i've been trying really hard to pay close attention to things,
to really see the details rather than just the big picture
for example,
i observed how each carefully-placed
imperfection in your skin makes me want to cry
i closed my eyes so tightly that a single tear escaped from each one,
but i wiped them before you could see
i've been cutting you breaks when i should be speaking up,
but the fire that used to fuel me is fading out
i hate and love how you keep me within reach
and i see it even more clearly now,
but like i said, i keep focusing on the details
every crease in your lips is a memory to me
and i can feel the texture of your hands on my back
even when i'm asleep