"What do you do when she looks at you like that?" He responds, "I wish." I look at him like that, and he ignores me, every single day. It hurts and I keep saying I should give up. But when I see him my heart goes wild like loving him is muscle memory. It's breaking me down. I now comprehend that if I actually move, I'll be estranged. "Keep moving forward" they said. Don't listen to them, cuz they'll leave you behind. Moving forward is foreign in the late crepuscule when lamen has dawned, but I know as soon as I wake up, salt faced, I'll be the me who has only willed to live. I will not be a poet when the sun arises, but when all the shadows hide may she. The one with a seasoned smile.
