your presence began to water down
like the ice cubes in a lukewarm drink
my life was the sticky sweet substance
and you were the frozen water tossed in
you began to melt slowly
because the hot day became unbearable for you
i could barely see you at some point
your continuation in my existence grew smaller everyday
until one day you were absolutely gone
dissolved into the liquid
making it bland
less enjoyable
and when in vain
i tried to separate you as the water
from the ruined drink
i just made a mess
YOU ARE READING
heartbeat.
Puisi"i liked believing i was your novel, instead of a two page poem in the book of your life"
