The year there, after, I was captivated. This is what I had read in books, and dreamed in mind. He asked me about my first kiss-- "it was real", I replied.
For the satisfaction of the doubt, there are places we go in alternate lives, and theres no one else to feast my eyes. The Beach Boys sing, and I proudly wear your ring. Were making endless truth, in a world filled with expensive lies.
The bluest of blues emanating from your abdomen to my chest. Filling up every room, so that you can taste it. Caressing the idea of what we never were, or could be. It wasn't me.