clouds.

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a gasping of air, to fill the gaping hole drilled by anxiety and guilt

these tears won't stop until your memory drowns

shaking heart held out in my hand, the look in your innocent eyes

you wish you could catch every last tear of mine

vanish away what is felt and what is unsaid

this mirror won't clear unless you wipe away the fog

thorns made of your smile and sunny summer days cut deeper than the silence

the sensation is familiar, but it shouldn't be

because broken glass isn't supposed to shatter twice

a million sorries only break down the bridge in the space between us

you're slipping from my fingers like a whisper of regret swirled in sentiment

you make me feel like every sad song

but i am still clinging onto your words

they keep you here although you are already gone

it is impossible to live without breathing

but i refuse to think i will not be alright

so maybe one day

i'll find that book somewhere

writ with stories we know 

of frisbees and ink pens

of late nights and texts

i'll read it, and forget we once breathed in the pages, easy as a rising blush

we stumble over hills no more.