i promised that i would forget you by winter. by the time the sun falls down and goes to sleep. drunk from the heat, i never want to see the sun. as of late i have been broken, looking pasty. my inspiration has passed on. i can’t think straight. i didn’t know that it could ever be like this. there are things heavy enough and i hate to think that i do not care. like this is hardly important at all. 

my thoughts are in my fingers colliding against all the wrong keys. this is not what i wanted to say. i’ve sat in the dark as my heart of hope broke a thousand times over. the fragments converted into tepid, salty tears (it was the only thing that kept me warm at night). so many of my wishes lay scattered and untouched at night. glowing with radiance, but shivering in the darkness. 

i promise i will forget you by may. by the time the sun rises and shares its warmth. when i am scintillating and whole.