the bubbling tar in my chest
hastily swallowed too hot soup
shaky hands sweaty palms
not enough breath
not enough time
never enough of you
kind of love
thats what this used to be
used to be desperate ‘i miss you’s and
whispered ‘i need you’s and
pleading ‘stay with me’s
used to be anxiously awaited hellos and vehemently bemoaned goodbyes
aching days apart and blessed days together
never enough time spent gazing into your eyes
how strange that seems now?
after everything has died
everything but nothing has changed
i still miss you but i shouldn’t
i still need you but i don’t
and now i’m the one that is leaving
our tar is cool and my breath is back
i(love you)'m sorry it's over