Caravellum

There’s a part of me that wants this bleed to be bled, but I still lay in this lie, in this bed that’s too small to fit the space between us, waiting for this love to leave.

You’ve deemed the doom of it but I’m only half-sure, because I still sing the songs we sang to him back then, when we were watching his tooth become teeth. I didn’t know when I fell, that to fall in love is a freefall, but you knew. What drove you to drive us apart? Was it something big or something subtle? Like that growing inertia, that makes you feel like you swim through the night after you’ve swum in the ocean. When did the fact we were bound begin to bind you? Can you tell me? Because I’m struggling to hold on and I feel our vows slipping. Can you tell me how long it’ll take for this love to leave?