i'm sorry you forgot.

sometimes the cloudiest skies seem arousing, the physical weight of multi-tonal gray days pressing on me like a pushy lover. a veritable tropical paradise, i breathe the cool breeze and traverse sidewalks turned seas.

crystal waters is playing. gypsy woman.

i've seen so many of these same sights. i'm ready to stop fighting. i'm ready to accept and ready to run. i'm ready to take responsibility and see you with another woman.

i don't trust you anymore.
i don't love you anymore.

but i tried.