It’s late, and I can’t sleep.
I’m thinking about the way your
hand always felt so weightless in mine,
but the absence of it—of you—
feels so heavy.

It’s late, and I can’t sleep.
I’m thinking about the way
the beat of your heart
and the waves of your breathing
created a rhythm just for my soul.

It’s late, and I can’t sleep.
I’m thinking about the way
the skin crinkles at the corners of your eyes
whenever you smile or laugh.

It’s late, and I can’t sleep.
I’m thinking about the way
it all went to ****.

It’s late, and I can’t sleep.
I’m thinking about the way
that I broke your heart,
and then you broke mine.

It’s late, and I can’t sleep.
I’m thinking about all the tears,
and the pain,
and the emptiness.

It’s late, and I can’t sleep.
I’m thinking about how
maybe you aren’t my soulmate,
and that I don’t know how to exist without you—
my best friend.

It’s late,
And I can’t ******* sleep