As I sit here in your sweatshirt that I haven't given back yet I read our old messages and let myself pretend just for a moment that you didn't grow tired of me and we were still together and the most comforting wave of familiarity drowns me; I feel like I'm home again. Then the tides roll out and I'm left stranded with reality where comfort is replaced with tears and I've never felt so empty in my entire life.

And when I thought I found

my world, he fell in love with 

the sun instead of the moon

he was drunk off her light 

and never saw my alluring 

attraction, but I will always 

pull his tides in and out and 

accept that this is all there 

will every be of us, for anything

further is undiscovered and 

forbidden