L.O.S.T.E.D

emotions draining…

feelings rusting…

tears clocking in

like they’re on payroll.

guilt takeovers…

sits on my chest

like rent’s overdue

and i’m the landlord

too soft to collect.

talking to you…

and suddenly

i owe myself

an apology

i never write.

Heart leaking…

mind spiraling…

vulnerability

tight as a trapdoor—

and i still crawl in.

i ask myself—

why do i stay here, when it hollows me piece by piece?

i lose myself…

to save you

from losing anything at all.

i’d rather bruise me

than let you b r e a k.

no escape route…

no “way back”…

you burn too bright,

i drown too deep;

water and fire

don’t become one—

they only

erase each other.

we are constellations

on opposite sides

of the sky,

close enough to ache,

too far to ever touch.