Sometimes Im settled in a dark room. Theres no light source to be found in the room. My eyes become adapted to the darkness, that once a light is turned out, it burns my eyes. I have to look away because the light physically hurts me.
You're like a light. I become so immune to a world without you that I begin to forget what you look like or what your voice sounds like. And once im settled and happy in this darkness, you show up. And it hurts. It's hard to hide from the world when you show up; your presence burns. And instead of my eyes suffering the pain, its my stomach suffering the pain of the weight my heart carries as it drops with gravity, at what it feels like, its strongest. I liked the darkness. Turn off the lights.