It’s so hard to fall asleep at night. Every position I roll into, I know how you form around me but you’re not here to hold me. I miss you so fucking bad; there are universes, gardens, villages dying inside of me. I promised myself I would never get attached to someone like this. But you were so beautiful, so calming. When we touched, I could feel myself grow warm and I thought I would be okay. Now I’m laying between cold, wrinkled sheets and I can still taste you on the tip of my tongue saying, “I’ll miss you but we’ll be okay.”
summer has begun but it’s a cold, long winter in my heart.