Lovesick.

It's been one of those days––which I do frequently have––where I feel unmeasurably emptier and heavier than normal. I'm not sure when it snuck up on me today. Perhaps it's been building. I hate it. I can't stand it, and I wish it would go away. I didn't welcome it inside me. But as always, …

The Void.

I look at you. I look down. I look at myself. I look away. I try to meet your eyes, but the path into your iris is dead. I think I killed it on my end before we locked our visions together. The road is lost. I laid it to rest because why try when …