afternoon light shining in through the sheer curtains hanging over my bedroom window, on the most ordinary day of the week, your arms were around me and my head was on your chest as it slowly rose and fell, and you twitch as you’re falling asleep, and i never thought i could fall in love with the sound of someone snoring, but your sleepy inhales made my heart swell, and since then, the day has been a series of heavy exhales. i can feel the weight of you behind my ribs and in the corners of my mouth as i smile at the thought of kissing you, your laugh, the way your eyes look when they’re looking at me, the sound of your voice when you’re trying to get music to play in your car, how i feel when i can feel you next to me; i hope you don’t mind, but no matter what time or space is between us, you’ve written your name in the sand of my soul and no amount of wind or waves will ever be able to wash it away. the time we’ve spent together feels like seconds, but you will always exist in my memory as someone who held my hand as i walked into the sun.

i want to dissolve into the sky
without a sound
without anyone noticing my empty space
in the most gentle and subtle way possible
i want to go away from here
i want to walk backwards and save myself
from what inevitability is ahead
i want to leave
i want you
to wish i’d stay

it’s so frustrating because i know you wanted to be with me, on those days you drove almost an hour each way to see me and you kissed me so often and held me so tight and always pulled me closer and i could feel your eyes on me when i wasn’t looking, and we spent day after day like this, just being together and pretending that time could stand still, but at the same time, i feel like it was all just something for you to do while you were home, even though you deny it. i remember starting to tear up one afternoon with my head on your chest while you slept, because i knew it was just a matter of time till this was just a memory. i can’t picture you actually missing me, i can’t imagine you actually wishing i hadn’t said i was done with grey and in between. i feel like i’m so insignificant to you. like you have no feelings, like you couldn’t care less, this is just life, people come and go. and i know that, i know this is just life, and that people come and go, but it hurts that it’d never cross your mind to ask me to stay, that i was fun while i lasted, that you never wanted to make me yours. i’ll fade soon. i want to matter more to you. you’re a thinker, i’m a feeler, you hate that i’m so black and white. but i’m selfish and i want 3am texts that you can’t stop thinking about me and that you need to see me again soon. but that’s not who you are. and it’s unfair of me to want you to feel that way when you don’t. and it’s really okay, because if i extended my hand to you and you took it, i don’t think we would’ve gotten very far anyway. i loved being so close to you, but i’m excited to hold someone’s hand who doesn’t want to let go, to kiss someone who wants to kiss me forever, to not be anticipating an inevitable end, to be able to trust someone fully with my heart, to have someone that wants to hold it. and i don’t need that, i don’t need someone, i don’t need anyone. but if one day it’s what’s meant to be, i’ll let it be. i don’t want to be careless with my heart again. i don’t know why things happen the way they do, and i don’t regret you for a second, and i still think the world of you, but i’m too emotional and i fall too deep to give that much of myself again to someone who never asked for any of it in the first place.

It terrifies me that we only get a limited amount of time with people. And that some people get more time than others who should have. I’m forever envious of those who’ve gotten more time with you than I have. That I may never get to be with you as long as they have. That our time is running out. And I miss you already. And I never want to say goodbye. At first it was slow, late nights in your car and afternoons in my bedroom. But now it feels like it’s happening all at once, like you’re doing a snow angel on my heart and it keeps getting bigger and bigger. Kissing on the sidewalk, holding hands in your coat pocket because I forgot to bring gloves. Wandering around museums and having hard conversations on your couch that make me love you even more; even when the air becomes glass, I can’t stop thinking about how lucky I feel to know you. That there’s no one else like you. My heart aches in your arms and aches when we’re apart. And I just want to be as close to you as possible, for as long as possible, because you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, and I love who I am when I’m with you.

YOU MAKE ME SO HAPPY AND IT BRINGS TEARS TO MY EYES BECAUSE YOU CAME AT SUCH A GOOD TIME AND I AM SO THANKFUL YOU ARE IN MY LIFE NOW BECAUSE I WOULD STILL BE IN MY DROWNING STATE OF SADNESS IF YOU HADN'T TALKED TO ME AND NOW I DON'T STOP SMILING AND I FEEL BUTTERFLIES IN MY TUMMY WHENEVER SOMEONE SAYS YOUR NAME AND I THINK THAT YOU MAY BE THE ONE TO COMPLETELY SAVE ME
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You pulled the foundations I'd spent years forming
Right from under me

The sun dances across her skin
As though it knows what it has always
Shone far
I swear someone stole the brightest stars out of the sky
And planted them into the pupils of her eyes.
I see them twinkle, every time they catch mine.
She could destroy an entire city, and still look beautiful doing it.
She has taught my heart a rhythm it cannot live without.

I am picking up the pieces
of my hazy yesterdays
before my timeline ceases
with all I've broke along the way
Although I am a wreck
I know I tried my best
I laid the path in which I step
with stone my words are etched
Can you say the same?
Can you make such claim?
I stand by my decisions made
and I have no regrets.

you tell me sad stories
about the way your father always said 
your name wrong, your words are soaked
in whiskey and blue roses
you touch my skin like pianos and you eat
my soul like electricity and black rocks
tomorrow i'll be making you breakfast,
but you'll still be sad
i will chew the words "i'm fine" until my mouth
is bleeding and my tongue will turn into
pastel pink chalk
i will wear marble underneath my fingernails
and call it a way to survive
tomorrow i will leave you a note
"i love you"
but you will still be sad