it’s alright

here I am

in the fantasy of you and I

when a surplus meets numbness

I implode.

I fall

but I’ve surrendered to the possibility

that it will never be you.

the dream of us flying away together

will always be at the back of my mind.

how naive.

how childish.

your shoulder,

warm to the touch

an electrifying sensation

that probably means nothing to you. 

and it’s alright.

it’s alright.

i need to sleep.