i remembered that one star,
could tell so much.

silver sparkles,
black nights where neon can roam free,
i wonder,
how can i escape to that paradise?,

one where you'd still be clutching onto my fingers,
and where we'd talk,
until the sun barred us apart.

inside,
i knew that
it
wasn't
real.

but i believed nonetheless,
so i could hurt,
cry,
sob,
until my heart bleeds and my brain cannot fathom nor remember your
touch

scent

and

lips

until i have forgotten what it means to be in your sight.

insanity is washing that fragment of myself away,
and i am drowning, trying to
b r e a t h e
in that atmosphere
that i once could truly roam free.

your cells collided against mine,
but ultimately,
the first cell implanted into ourselves,
before we touched and told ourselves we were perfectly loved,
were

l o n e l y.