I feel like I’m falling out of love Very slowly and not so quietly.
When I was a kid I went to camp And I would be charmed by the trees and the breeze that flowed beneath them
When I was a drunk freshman I remember the moment when a boy made me feel like a breeze like something that couldn’t be caught but that could charm someone into a walk home And offering, always offering to sweep me off my feet.
Falling for you was like the hours I spent awake at camp Listening to the whispers of morning while it was still quiet And looking through sleepy eyes at the light sliding in.
Falling out of love with you Is like drunkenly skinning my knee falling on the ice and falling asleep in bloodstained jeans
It is inherently painful But mostly embarrassing In a sad kind of way.