What’s been lost
Or am I doomed
Forever to rot?
04.16.20 (most)
Is there nothing I could say
To make you stay
I know I did my share
To push you away
And I miss it all
I miss it all
Repeating words I never said
Circles form inside my head
Live in moments already bled
Hard to not prefer death
And I miss you most
I miss it all
04.02.20 (perfect)
Do you
remember
The feeling
Of first locking eyes
Feels like a dream
With her close to me
I don’t think
It’s like anything I’ve felt
You’re too drunk
You’re nervous
You’re weightless
You’re still ashamed
But she is patient
She is waiting
She gazes
She is perfect
03.17.20 (reverie)
Memory such that
You’re engulfed in a scent
To which you’re truly in a different place
But all a fabrication
A reverie
A place in time
A moment forever
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