he filled my bones with
    moonlight and cicada songs,
his kisses tasted of
    slow lazy days
and even when i felt the seasons
    change,
i couldn't let him go

He exists in a world
a little higher than hers,
filled with more
colors and shapes
than she could ever
dare to see.
She traces the lines
he created and longs
to feel what he feels,
to taste the same
inexplicable tinge in the air
that he breathes,
But her eyes don't see,
she doesn't feel
and her lungs can never know.
And that's why she
needs him so fiercely,
why she clings so tightly
to her painter.

My heart has know every kind of love it can

Thank you
for doing everything right.
You're my favorite story
to tell,
still so surreal to me
that I dare not
defile you with
my clumsy pen and page.
Rest assured,
my soul remembers every detail.
And if life were to
ever bring you back my way,
I'd love you still