Dreaming, drowning,

you were always falling.

Falling for me, walking out

on me.

I slept in his bed for months,

and all i did was compare. He was


He was


He was


I hated his kindness, the way

he looked at me like I was magic.

I loved that he thought I was magic.

I just wished it was you.

I missed your bed, and your arms, and how

long your hair grew in the winter.

But we weren’t talking,

and he was so loving.

Pleasant happiness instead of mind numbing


I chose one for the rest of my life,

and that’s all that was left.


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