I want to drape myself
in shades of midnight;
you are not the color of charcoal
skies, I am not the light
contradicting your raven hues,
your voice is not synonymous
to exploding stars,
rather a whisper I spent far too long
trying to decipher from a sea
of rising decibels.
 

You are an ocean, I am oil
and together we created
a beautiful catastrophe
never meant to mix.

I want to be a rain dance,
exist between soft beats of waltzing skin,
I still pry away your ghost fingers,
your touch
is no longer comfort
but unfamiliar echoes breathing
confusion, it was false translations
that broke us apart
and I do not search for pieces
of you
anymore.