summer forgot about us with its dwindling softness divided, well,
candles within the isthmus of your heart threaten to go out like you did. there are slender cracks in the walls of this delusional wickedness of the earth where my faith cannot seem with its wavering intent to get through, it,
becomes liquid and the dents close, shutting me out of a dreamless reverie where you exist in syllables. there is rain on your cheeks and toes, i,
cannot seem to remember your name when the sun forgets my fate. the ground swallows me whole and gone is your cave, i'm,
guilty silver sin when my mouth reminisces the sweetness you didn't carry but my throat represses your malevolence multiplied cold, i,
shared with your organs my last breath like my lungs fail me seven times a day like how much am i meant to forget you once lived in me? with, and without, i'm,
saving you but there you are broken on my floor, savouring the taste of my enthusiastic illusion entrenched in cemeteries of your subconscious. you cannot remember.
everything feels like summer.
