Gravity

The moment he leaves, I know he is no longer mine

But when he is here, gravity changes

When he is here, we have so many exchanges.

I hug him, kiss him and love him

I laugh, wonder then cry

For I know this feeling is going to die

Deep down I know I should be the one to leave

But down there is also where I so badly want to believe

How can someone make me feel so beautiful, loved, and seen while hurting me?

How can I still be thinking about him as if there is a ‘we’?

I close my eyes and find myself back in his presence

Being pulled deeper into the memory of his gravity

But I know I’ll burn up in his atmosphere

Not even love can survive the pressure