quiet calamity

your touch burns not with heat, but with everything unsaid we are quiet calamity hearts breaking beneath a thin veneer i taste you in the air and it feels like drowning your absence clings a weight I can’t escape as if you were never really here but always just out of reach we were a spark in the dark brilliant and brief like your drunken confession of love and now nothing but smoke your touch still burns not with heat, but with everything unsaid. we are quiet calamity hearts breaking beneath a thin veneer pretending we never cared