i remember waking up before the sun, to you, pulling on my hips until there were no spaces left between our skin.
like a ticking time bomb, you matched the light kisses you gave away to the skipping beat of my heart.
lately, the days seem never ending as i drag my feet along with the memory of you.
now when i roll over in that empty bed, i can still taste the stale whiskey on your breath.
it seems as though i’ve felt the weight of missing you hit me at every angle.
and though you’ve never been consistent, i still roll with your punches.
your intentions may not have been to have such a heavy fist,
but i can’t remember the last time i’ve felt so beaten that i became numb.
it hasn’t made any sense till now, but i guess this is what my parents meant when they told me to never fall in love in the dark.