Build my hopes up—
taller than those
buildings that set
themselves apart
from the sky;

And when I see you
in the morning, I would
tell you I love you;

I would tell you
how I've fallen so hard
from the tower you've
built entirely for me
that I could barely stand
on my own, and that

your cure would be
the only thing I need
in this world where
cures would often count
as a step closer
to one’s death;

and you would refuse,
like how you always do.