When I lose a relationship I grieve for the future I imagined
I grieve for the thought of such passion
Every drop of wanderlust turned into a clusterfuck of confusion
What the hell are we doing…
I, I thought you loved me
I thought we were meant to be
But that space that you need seems too galaxial for me to believe
I guess you needa breath
Get some breathing room, count your numbers, recite all the letters between A-Z
Am I losing you?
Or are you lost in your space?
I never thought I could taste blood that wasn’t in my own mouth
But every word you spit was flying across the room like jagged daggers
And my heart was the target
But now we’re both lost in love or loving lost
My heart bleeds
My eyes cry
My mouth, it’s dry because I can no longer speak
It’s just the passion that I seek
Or the love that I love
And with all the above, I grieve the future of my relationships that couldn’t make it to love