I can no longer tell the difference between my dreams and my actual memories.

There's a black hole in my mind,
and I wouldn't be surprised
if there were one in
my heart
too.

//

All I can hear is your heartbeat's melody softly playing in the back of my head like elevator music.

So softly.

//

My thoughts are so scattered
that putting them together would be like putting together a 1,000 piece jigsaw puzzle
color blind,
and I know that's terrible,
but it feels amazing knowing you're the only one who can put them back together,
because you saw the world in every color possible.

And I loved that.

And I loved you.