an ode to the loveless, these are for you.

where are you?

every so often,
when i dare to venture outside of the confines of my comfort zone and explore the unknown,
you're around every corner.

you're every whisper and distant laugh, creek and eerie wind.
you're in every dream and nightmare.

you're at the top of every staircase and ladder,
the bottom of every valley and canyon.

i can't rid my mind of your existence,
and it hurts,
it fucking hurts.

i never take the time to get over anything,
i just keep living.
that's the most frustrating part about never being content,
once i drop one thing it's straight onto the next no matter what it be.
i never fully heal.

and when i do finally slow down, it's always too late.
i'm always just,
too late.