i’m not stuck,

it’s called lovestruck

walking down dimly lit streets

sighing heart with defeat

repeat.

wishful drinking

thinking.

sinking.

ticking.

plates flew

i should’ve knew

all that time down the drain

and what did i gain?

pain.

to be held underwater,

consider to reconsider,

& drown in liquor.

bitter.

heart shaped clouds

missing you around

gazing from afar

relieving our

scars.

i’m stuck

trying to reconstruct

the one of a kind

love that’s intertwined

rewind.