the fallout

And how am I supposed to kiss a stranger?

Am I gonna know familiar?

What can I do?

You know it’s true

nice to see you again, friend

it's hard to say. empathy, is it? who loves the pain of us as humans more? one bound by our existence or one of us?

which feels more symbiotic to a directionless ghost or drowning siren? there's too much romance for me in the natural betrayal and heartache that spins me around and round on earth. i love love and what it is and will be. the gnarled nights that built us up to here, the sweet soft murmurs that kept us around. the outcries and the begging.

and bro i mustve posted saying i missed him the day he got married lmao.

but i don’t

i wanted you to need me

but you won’t 

i wanted to be 

something different 

that you’d never leave

but that’s for thinking