“You don’t just stop loving someone. The kind of pain that comes with it just subsides a little. The effort is transferred into trying to convince yourself you’ve moved on. “

I think your eyes are like volcanoes
from an aerial view;
like the sky culminates around your pupils
and I can’t float too close
in case I fall in.
And they erupt every once in a while;
I feel the heat on my cheeks,
my blood boils around my bones
and I realize just how far away I’d have to be
to not experience you at all.