all i know is
I’m never wrong
about you
my pristine dream
absent fires tell a story
of a flooded land
merged with nicotine
is how I would like to flee

tell my story like
you could no longer speak
split my violet letter
into two thick parts
each of them to hold
your tears that filled up carts

it’s not like I don’t miss you
I just didn’t think this would be
such a chaotic lane
but I’ll shout your name
one last time standing
on the trembling cliff

like the state of my life
where my ground was tamed
and I was within your story
but you ran out of ink
and never stayed