i’ll ask myself if you were worth the ache
fervently,
by each rising day and closing night
if your touch was enough for me,
as its lived on and stayed in my mind
if you were satisfied,
and the growing thirst in your mouth had been quenched
we both reached our peak in youth
crafting originals
all that had held weight in two equivocal hearts
and at the end
slipping into the same silk sheets of oblivion
i swore to myself i wouldn’t get swept up in your current of
self- righteousness and resilience
and i guess i couldn’t catch my breath in time because i’m sitting here wondering
what part of me
merely captivated you
while i had already been swept under…
