From this bathroom floor it all looks perfect again. And maybe that’s why I let myself fall asleep. Cold and alone. Lost in the memory of the future that never came. And the dream turns the tile into a blanket of disillusion. And somehow sore and broken hurts far less than heartache. And the floor might be cold, but at least my tears can keep me warm. At least this space is too small for my thoughts. And soon I let the void swallow me whole.

i asked you to

jump

with me

so you led me right up

to the edge of our cliff

and watched as i fell,

a hopeful smile on my face.

the pain of

hitting the ground

was

nothing

compared to

the pain of

hitting the ground

alone.