you're the echoes of my everything,
you're the emptiness the whole world sings at night,
you're the laziness in the afternoon,
you're the reason why i burst and why i bloom,
you're the leaky sink of sentiment,
you're the failed attempts i never could forget,
you're the metaphors i can't create to comprehend this curse that i call love.

i love you, however,
you hold me down.