I watched helplessly as the gush of emotions that once drowned us slowly ebb and then stop; the sunset of our moments slowly casting shadows on the ground we’ve set foot on.
I was real. I certainly felt like I was.
But you reduced me to nothing but a dream — one you’d happily come to bed with each night, only to wake up from without much thought in the first light of morning.
I will never take human form in your eyes. I am a balled up mess of dreams and tears and regrets.
Sometimes my lungs forget how to breathe
and my heart forgets how to count beats
and my brain keeps searching for meaning behind eyes that evade reason.
I am one messed up body,
but you hold me still.
Your hands clamoring for sharp edges,
but are met with soft curves instead.
My soul is beside itself.
It does not know why you do it —
why you say one thing, and mean the other;
why you say, “we can’t do this anymore”,
but call me still.
Baby, I am running out of air.
You’ve invaded my precious space,
but I let you.
Forget about future regrets,
forget about the imminent heartbreak…
you are my now.
And I will let you.