regret.
I feel guilt for my lack of guilt, sorrow for my sorrowless heart. I thought the fall would have been harder broken my back like i broke your heart broken my neck like i broke us but i fell like a princess onto a mattress (i felt the pea, it bruised me slightly). What did it feel like for you? (to be honest i don’t care but i care that i dont care does that make sense to you?)

I broke my back neck arms legs heart long before i lept, my brittle bones healed anew

contemplation.
am i reading too much into this? all i do is read novels your face your mind your eyes your laugh the pauses in your sentences the small hitch in your voice the way you clench your jaw the way you walked away the relief i felt. im losing that skill like an unused language you dont have a need for anymore.

balance.
i am my yin to my yang my better self my other half but i’m a ****** partner. i love on tepid but maybe that was just for you. (there was nothing wrong with us but there was nothing: two souls passing on like boats in the night but i’m looking for my lighthouse & you had your light on)