i miss when we were losers

self proclaimed insomniacs
actually dopamine addicts
good-for-nothing teenagers
roleplaying significant people
significant others
in significant figures-
it was 1108 days;
before our world of make-believe
fell amorphous through the sieve
of pixels on a phone screen

maturity is realising love is a promise
our immaturity didn't let us keep.

20.4.25