it used to flow
like a river in july
so tempting
it made you quiver
i thought it would be like riding a bike
you can’t just forget
how to do it
muscle memory has to play its
part at
some point
but the familiarity of loving you left
me so long ago
and it took that passion with it

and i have felt loves far deeper
than the one you
drenched me in
i know now
the line of fantasy
and reality
but i still get my wires crossed

i’m the abandoned building on the side
of the road growing weeds that look
like flowers.
nobody knows it’s story
and nobody cares to ask
because it’s just a rest stop at most.
it’s a place to smoke.
a place to destroy when you are angry.
i am the bottom of a swimming pool
my biggest cameo
is an indie rock song
singing along to the lyrics that used
to consume you.
wondering if she still wonders.
hoping that she does.

i am the metaphor, all too literally.
a mirror.
a vessel.
a burnt orange sky.
i am the answer
in front of you
that you will never
really see
because
you never really tried.