You are radiating fake fluorescence.
Unplug yourself
Let me rewire you from your troubles.

A reprogramming, perhaps?
I can handle that.
Take a breath
Clear your head from the junk
Sometimes it feels better to restart.

Now learn to glow,
not white-hot and harsh,
but from the inside out with the yellows and reds
of love
love
love.

Sweet is the scent of us.
Simultaneous
together
and whole.

Heartbeats in sync
and breaths ticking
together in half time,
we collide during separate measures
and reunite at the end of the piece.

In this crescendo of pixels,
you are the final note
that chooses to hold on
a little longer than it should.