it is of my upmost concern that your heart is still beating.
infatuation is a strange thing.
it needs only visions of swimmers' calves
to fuel its rampant imagination.
things, i hope, have not ended in this way.
his were movements of unrivaled grace
mirroring my own animosity, hidden;
the same reactions, delights, interests..
but amplified and filled with vibrance.
at one point my salvation, my entire reason
for existance ~
i didnt want to bear witness towards the ashes
of your remains, slowly becoming absorbed
into the emerald sky, but i was left without
reasoning, i could no longer see the light.
writing is a poor excuse, i know.
but it helps me to remember.
and i need to remember.