back to wishing for you at 11:11

and picturing your hand in mine

with every fallen eyelash

back to blowing out candles

to the image of your eyes

and crossing fingers

when you're finally online

my sweet, sweet boy

is it even possible to love

so deeply?

so completely?

I'm afraid I'm tumbling down faster and further

but knowing you're at the bottom

I paint with pretty colors in the dark