Im In Love With The Illusion You Created Of Yourselfof Us, Of Our Future And Its Been Devastating Finding

i’m in love with the illusion you created of yourself—of us, of our future— and it’s been devastating finding out there never was

he picked up pieces of me

scattered like bread crumbs

and held them close

warmed them up in his palms

one day, he’ll be up all night. anxious and panicked. wondering what could have been. you’ll stir awake too from the residual connection. you’ll feel the discomfort in his heart. you’ll recognize it for what it is, roll over, tuck yourself back in, and fall asleep full of clarity that you were right to leave when you did.

why— of all people— did it have to be you who broke me?

memories of you and this place

slowly overwritten by new stories

and old ones reshaping

less like fireworks this time

more like beachside bonfires

or sitting on the lifeguard tower

watching the warm waves

wash away your name in the sand