Picturing a life where
I am not in love with the sun
When we are together he resides
Inside my stomach and I need him
On my skin and against my lips
When we are apart I forget to breathe
I need him next to me and I lose control
Of emotions deeply rooted in affection
But played out like violin harmonies
In temperate weather under birch trees
Picturing a life where I do not feel everything and where I do not take neutrality as blasphemy
I do not feel my heart bleed each day
For something new because I am unattached
Especially from you