i lie beside your skin at night
the room feels like little white lies
to taste your mind, i used to feel you sometimes
in the air at night, in my eyes at edge right
we echo in thought, a millimeter apart
the shadows speak to
you know i used to love you too
we chamber in regard, in fits and gongs
striking at once while the wind lifts
summer of 14 when your eyes used to change between hues of green
like mountains shade from blue in the distance
a metaphor for sadness i used to blend with
i change in thought in dark
longing between ideas of us
broken beliefs i once said about this
in time it changes, with emotions they make us
switch from light to black
voids i used to frolic in
have you ever felt a sadness further than death?
it feels as if there’s no depth past the edge
i dance in tune, in past tense to make sense of you
words make men, sentences form with them
people believe we leave in the end
years wander and i still remember every word you said
emotions it formed in location it was stressed
the words i spoke, how i spoke your name in the end
you speak a dark tune, playing pretend
when someone says, i love you