Just like everyone else

All I ever wanted you to do was feel this feeling. Be this way. Exhale the sky. All you ever did was feel different. Be away. Wash your hands with air. All I love is a feeling. I still feel this way. I cannot breathe. I still forget there’s air out there. I still forget how white hot everything was. I still forget myself. There’s nothing wrong with this. There’s nothing true about this. There’s nothing. You were once everything I felt. You were once everything. You were, once. And if love moves like air, then teach me how to dig my nails into the palm of my hand so I can remember what you once felt like.