i.
sometimes I forget how to write because
the only thing I can think of is your
touch and the way your fingers
would often find themselves
in my hair.

ii.
on the ride home my throat burned with all
the promises I left beside you, it also
ached with words that I cannot
say anymore because you
stole them from me.

iii.
I held your hand and showed you magic,
I explained how infinity would wrap
us up in its arms and take us far
away from here, making us
into stars instead of
lonely people.

iv.
I remember telling you about the night
I tried to find myself, instead I found
the tide pulling me away from
you and your bones.

v.
“I am sad”, you say to me and it is the
most profound thing I have ever
heard, your words bury
themselves inside of
my heart and I tell
you I need to
leave.

vi.
we don’t speak anymore but
your words are still buried
beneath my bruised and
battered ribcage.