my insides turn to ice upon your
touch
funny because the warmth of your
hands
should've had the opposite
effect
i remember tracing every part of
you
without feeling i would
forget

it's crazy to think we've come
so fat, yet barely moved an inch
and it's always bothered me
the way smoke flows out thick
and fades away
gone before it began
everything is temporary
everything

and when you think about it
nothing really matters
all that much
in the grand goddamn spectrum
of things

so when i think back
to when we sat on the rock that day
and i swear to god
i saw the whole world in your eyes
but nevermind that
you are nothing
i am exhaling

slowly
i can breathe again