the nice thing is
when i look at the moon
it’s like i see you too
cliche, but true
when i look at the sky
i see blue
i think of you
the sadness you consume
cliche, but true
when i look at the ground
i remember your cheeks… the round
the sound of your voice
how you gave so much joy
and so much void
how you destroyed
would you like some calamari?
i’m sorry
sometimes i get distracted
sometimes i wish we never attracted
that there was no passion
that there were no hidden factors
that you weren’t an actor
that there was a happily ever after
