She said “fuck it” none of it is worth it
This feeling of insufficiency in you and you and them
She said “sleep it off”
Addictions are better left
To be treated in the bright mornings
When the candor of the sun sings its light
Into your eyes, enkindling your vision
With flames of truths that have been burning around your body.
There grew parts of us that no longer fit like they used to. Every other word a torrential downpour crushing, inundating the ground beneath our feet. Between our bodies opened a gash due to the pouring rain softening our foundation until we slowly drifted away. The rains grew heavier as our hands outstretched and we gave in under the weight. I guess… Our passion, once a flame, has now been doused away.
