I can't seem to fall in love with you
no matter how many times I vocalize.
I sleep with guilt and doubt, lying on my chest,
drinking manufactured love letters,
serving you mugs of it;
We float together
close but never are our hearts touching
maybe I should let this citrus love die
but every time your ocean eyes sweep over me
I'm overcome with a tide of possibility
But I have no moon to let the tides wash me over over over over
Eroded until our connection is no more.