myth BUSTED!

when i think of you, i think of chess games i think of pendant pieces never lost i think masks and cards, snowballs and first names i think of things i’d do at any cost.

when i think of you, i think of warm nights remembering how i once kissed your face i think of how i told you i wanted to see you happy i think of how scared i was when i thought you were dead i think of our every passing exchange i think of when we said we could have stayed in that closet forever i think of laying in your bed, shit-talking your ceiling fan, sipping tea, playing stupid party games, that one time you offered me a doughnut when i held your hand without gloves when you gave me your blanket because i was a fucking dickhead and burned mine when i traded my fight for your last few hours when you picked serotonin over oxytocin and both ended up just as dead and when i saw you dissolve into light

and i can never do anything to fix it

That place over the rainbow doesn’t even matter, because you will never get there.

Trust me,