Are we ok?

Dark.Light.

Limerence clings like a desperate lover,

shadows stretch and whisper manipulation.

Games,

always games,

the need for validation presses against my chest,

a weight I can’t push away.

Connection?

Consistency?

Words that dissolve

like sugar in the rain.

Understanding myself

feels like trying to read a book underwater.

Understanding you?

That’s the puzzle they tell you to stop solving.

Silence—

a black hole where your voice should be.

Emotions swell,

but disconnection pulls the tide away.

Anxiety.

The weight of things you do.

The words I don’t say,

hiding behind boundaries built of glass.

(You never notice when I bleed.)

Avoidance tastes like a diet of love,

starving and pretending I’m full.

Pretending I’m ok.

Are you ok?

Him.

Her.

Past ghosts dragging chains

into a future that won’t hold still.

Present moments dissolve into the dust

of everything

and nothing.

I’m going insane.

But we’re ok.

Are we ok?