There’s you… and the way your eyes crease up as you smile, making my every bone shiver.
There’s you… with your velvet skin and broad shoulders, making me forget you’re forbidden.
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Me and my thoughts.
My mind attacks itself
reviving broken memories.
What a way to live
giving into every tear
as an attempt to heal.
It’s never made me falter
Never affected my strength
The warm breeze is nothing but
a reminder of what could have gone next
Memories come crashing in
destroying everything as they please.
A power only anger can give.
I wholly give into myself
longing for that extra mile
that extra kiss, that extra smile
That extra day in our old lives.
(The sun rays lightly adorning
my hair as the wind softly kissed my face.
Your hand in mine.
I feel alive.
One of the first last times)
Your weakness strikes me
like a lighting.
A soul-crushing pain
it caused that not even alcohol
But you wouldn’t know.
I couldn’t convince you that the blue you see is the same blue that I see. But maybe that’s how lovers know they’re meant to love; they see the same blue. And they both know it.
Sometimes I think about you
and of your scratchy skin rough
against my neck.
Sometimes the moon reminds me of us,
and of the words I rhymed under your name.
Sometimes I pretend not to care.
Sometimes I give in in distress.
Sitting in awe
Wondering what you’re doing
And if your skin still smells like
To spend your life living in fear, never exploring your dreams, is cruel. To work hard for money, thinking that money will buy you things that will make you happy is also cruel. To wake up in the middle of the night terrified about paying bills is a horrible way to live. To live a life dictated by the size of a paycheck is not really a life. Thinking that a job will make you feel secure is lying to yourself.
The look in your eyes pushes me away, but your lips ask me to stay.