he abandons me at the shore
cold and swallowed by
my own grueling sadness
my toes curl into the sand
as an agony fills my lungs
like smoke. he was the last
poem I wrote. the last song
that I played and the last
piece of candy I ate.
implacably sweet I weep
because I miss him
already. because the month
sped before us with
so much stealth
and now I am alone again.
I feel my heart swell. this tormented
feeling in my chest I cannot
rest. how long will it last?
I’m afraid I’m too delicate
everything about me is soft
and warm. the sun falls aloft
the breaking waves.
a dash of pink
drips in this painfully
beautiful way.
I wonder how long it will take
for him to adore me again.
Life rn
(Naturally)