if i watch you build a life with another woman, i will blind myself.
thank you mother, for uprooting my life for your own convenience.
i know that you love me. it’s palpable.
i believe i was a brilliant poet lifetimes ago. but now the words fall from my lips all wrong.
i miss you when i wake up, i miss you when im washing my hair, i miss you while i make breakfast, i miss you on the drive to work, i miss you while my boss drones on and on, i miss you while the birds chirp at lunch, i miss you when i get home, i miss you when i shower, i miss you when im in bed because you’re supposed to be there. but you’re not anymore.
i’m suffering. sinking into the furthest depths of misery. and yet it feels holy.
my life is tied to your in the strongest of knots. no terrors could unravel us. you are too tangled into the depth of my soul.
screaming must be your love language. because you love me but you scream at me every time i blink.
i’m losing myself. can’t you tell?
when i see you now you look very bit like the man i knew years ago except for your eyes. your eyes carry a millennia of pain, passion, and everything in between.