edit: this is so shitty why did i write this i may or may not have been under the influence sorry

the sand is falling fast in an hourglass that was never even turned over in the first place and this might be my way of telling you I love you

and somewhere somehow somebody is writing a message for a bottle is never going to reach shore somewhere somehow there’s a dance floor with no music, a cruise ship docked but never setting sail, a heart attack that doesn’t stop happening but that nobody really ever knew started either

somewhere somehow there is the sound of a cry in a silent room and that cry is suddenly somewhere somehow me becausee this might be my way of telling you i love you

and this might be what it’s gonna feel like when I write this poem and you don’t read it
this might be what it’s gonna feel like when your face is only ever something that I can see in my head but somehow I still see it everywhere
this might be what it’s gonna feel like when I rip my heart out of its rib cage and it’s still beating out your name
but what I know is that it’s been how long now and I have how little now and if only the world didn’t rattle with the turn of an hourglass
what I know is I’m here and you’re there and those are never gonna be the same places at the same time and speaking of time did I mention we’re running out
what I know is that I think I just told you that I love you but reading it is never the same as hearing it and you’re never gonna do that either