the book of whimsy ✓

everything to me

i love this one! p.s., have y'all ever had hibiscus lemonade? it's absolute heaven

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you have become

fleeting

fleeting moments

passing sorrows

the taste of salt

on my tongue from

tears

iron seeping from my

cheeks

from where i bit

too hard

i didn't cry over you

like i cried for the others

maybe that's because

i haven't quite

let you go

yet

i'm still

hoping

that someday we'll

find our way

back to each other

because nobody's ever

seen me

the way you

saw me

and i'm still

chasing that

chasing the high

that loving you became

chasing the low

that losing you was

because i believe myself

stronger

when i am picking my pieces

up off of the floor

you have become

passing kisses

stolen looks

the taste of sweet hibiscus

that lingers on your tongue

after a glass of icy

lemonade

on a hot summer afternoon

was that in paris?

time becomes jumbled

as more of it passes

i hope i never

jumble

up

you

but i will

i know this much

so perhaps i am

grasping

for pieces of you that are

solid

coherent words that i can

hold onto

as the years pass

because even though

those hours are

long gone

i can still taste the hibiscus

i want to be able to

still taste you

or the idea of you, at least

because that seems to

be

exactly what i was

in love with

that scares me

you have become

starched linens

fitting a mold that

nobody put out for you

yet you somehow

found yourself in

anyways

because society is

like that

because people are always

hurting us

changing us

pulling us apart

the world pulled us apart

and when i held out a

hand

for you to take

you had already

slipped away

into the void

beyond my reach

your spell captured me

you waved a wand

and suddenly i would've done

anything

for you

maybe it was because

you could tell

when i wasn't really okay

and i had been

looking for someone like that

i'm tired of wishing things had

been different

yet here i am

you have become

a person in memory only

the essence of you existing

like some kind of

specter

that haunts my recent

daydreams

and i will remain to you

nothing

because while you were

everything to me

i was not

everything to you