Cyprus + Umber Pt 1

I can't seem to fall in love with you

no matter how many times I vocalize.

I sleep with guilt and doubt, lying on my chest,

drinking manufactured love letters,

serving you mugs of it;

hoping

for belief.

We float together

close but never are our hearts touching

maybe I should let this citrus love die

but every time your ocean eyes sweep over me

I'm overcome with a tide of possibility

But I have no moon to let the tides wash me over over over over

Eroded until our connection is no more.

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