I turned off the lights
    to remember
        things I ought to forget

We never thought while we talked for hours
       And messaged good morning and goodnight,
                                       Sweet dreams and sleep tight,
And endlessly told each other, " I love you."

We never thought
Of a time we barely talk
And don't message anything anymore
And a time we call each other, "Exes."

there’s a strange dance with the past:
blurred visions.
if only i could’ve held on a little longer.
swinging back and forth, faster and dizzier, my sunken eyes can’t erase this hazy torture.