i can barely find the difference in the morning light and your eyes
in the trees that breathe remind me of walking with you
or staring at a fire rise
streetlights will hum the way my voice used to
the wind will tangle itself in your hair
like the way my hands once did
Iโve tried being gentle about it,
Iโve tried being violent about it.
Iโve tried being patient about it,
Iโve tried being angry about it,
Iโve tried writing about it,
Iโve tried being quiet about it,
Iโve tried giving you space about it,
but it never fucking goes away.
you pushed me away
not because i was too much
but because i was a doorway
and you knew
once you walked through
thereโd be no one left to blame
but the boy in the reflection
and god
isnโt-
or maybe i just needed it to mean something
or maybe iโm just fucking delusional