As the mountains cause the sun to set faster than it should, And body’s of water carry more color than the sky

The sight of ripples in my reflection makes me want to say goodbye

You see, when beauty and pain coexist infections become your fix

but they don’t tell you this when you start to separate deformity and perfection

because naturally you’re supposed to know your direction

which brings me back to the water such a large mass, deep, a stretch easy to lose yourself in

this expanse of water has never felt so close to my bed, so warm, so soft, so fucking comforting

calling me in hoping I jump and don’t fight

if I say yes to the light please be polite and don’t ask why

now I’m not going to lie, I don’t necessarily want to die

but when I stalk the sky in the water I realize I won’t be mad if I never get out of the bath

I can no longer see the sun shining through heights and peaks

which makes me walk the dock so that the water that’s such a deep, large mass, I will easily lose myself in doesn’t put me to sleep

A thousand versions of you may be the most desirable

But this one, is not.

This one? Is disgusted with its own reflection.

This one? Is upset with themselves but seems to be upset with you.

This one? Is too bitter to love, so I give you lust.

Babygirl, this version of you? Is one I will choose to never see again.

Never again will you bring down my happiness to save yours.

you never asked but,

you have a place in my heart you see, it’s some type of art

this is where texture and color conform not when lines and shapes cram to a storm

The thing is, you never asked but,

you’re heavy on my mind how the tide almost makes you go blind

this is where gravity and wind harmonize there’s no need to apologize

you are like the sunrise

like I said, you never asked so I will

After the wind charmed me with his smile and the breeze kissed my cheek

I was in a baffling debt of the could be’s

Waiting For He Him It

To blow and coil through my hair again

I like to pretend our last day with one another was spent gracefully

Imagine it being raindrops instead of fists, or expressive movements instead of arguments

I like to think we were our happiest in the moment before

Seconds before the song ended we were dancing in the rain

I like to believe the both of us became at peace, with this being the last memory of one another

We were content with nature taking its course

I like to pretend, that our last moments were the most cherishable

Do you remember holding each other as the birds sang sweet notes?

Do you miss watching them dance from the window like there was no more tension between you and I?

Could you feel when your touch became cold?

Or when hesitation drove me away? Dragging me by my ankles as I struggled to grab onto anything to keep me from leaving.

Eventually I stopped grasping onto walls or cracks in the floor because I realized, happily ever after was thankfully without you.

But the most beautiful thing to take out of that is still today. The song of the birds can be heard outside the window, without recollection of us.