I used to swim for miles inside your eyes, && now I drown in their shallow waves.
I used to melt for days wrapped inside you, && now I shiver when you walk into the room.
I used to fall asleep to the gentle hum of your voice, && now I cringe as I beg for silence.
I’m not sure what’s worse – mourning the loss of someone still alive – or wishing you really were dead.
