I tethered myself to the idea of you and lost my footing as your mind drifted away.
It doesn't matter how high the climb. The fall is always fast and hard.
The past feels far more probable than the present.
If you were a drug I'd be dead by now.
As long as I'm doing it with you in mind I've made no progress at all.
That was the day I forgot to tell you that I unloved you.
I don't care. That's worse.
I don't care. That's a lie.
Mourning with the person you are mourning is merely a false start.
How dare you drain the color from my face leaving me with nothing but raw expression.