the ache that refused to dullmy brain refuses to believe mewhen i try to convince it thatthe comforting embrace of yourhazel gaze overpowers thestaggering hurt that you leftsettling like dust in my rib cage.
cut the bindings that allow you to lingeri wove my silent words through your hair and in return your gaze melted into my skin and your scent dripped into the folds of my bed sheets. your chaos uncoiled in my stomach and expelled a sense of harmony instead, now i’m just ghosting through your skull if i’m lucky enough to gain access. the tilt of your head, the swoop of your face, the grace of your lips, still maintains a fresh image in my mind. i cannot remember what i had for breakfast, or my cousin’s birthday, but i can remember the exact way your eyes isolated us and i can still feel your kiss even after you’ve taken it all back without consulting me first. the swinging of my porch door trapped your feelings inside my house when you left so quickly, they did not follow you, they joined my rapture and expanded it tenfold. my admiration for you is evident in my stare but your eyes skim over me like i am nothing more than a foggy city skyline, nothing extraordinary enough to remember, and it’s hard