Serotonin Depletion

I love you, and then I don’t.

I miss you, and then I don’t.

I need you, but I don’t want to.

Love suffocates.

Love drains.

In a pair of ripe souls,

I am sour.

You are sweet.

I try to keep this balloon up

in the air

and my heart sinks with every inch

closer to the ground.

It’s exhausting, trying to remain afloat.

It’s exhausting, running from the sadness.

Darkness is around every corner.

No matter how bright your light is

I am still the dimmed and broken one.