and how they sound eerily similar when broken
and I never really figured out why people think time apart could in any way heal things that can only ever be overcome together
distance is not a remedy for brokenness
I know this
because for weeks
I did not hold your hand
or kiss your lips
or hear your voice
or feel your warmth
and for weeks
I tried to convince myself
that happiness was universal
and did not only soley exist in
the folds of your arms and
the spaces between your fingers
I have spent far too many nights
revisiting old photographs and looking at them as if they were sheet music
beautiful and misunderstood
and now
I look at maps like autobiographies
because I would always be searching for some distant place to call home
I always just assumed it would be among your heart and between your bones
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC
and how they sound eerily similar when broken
and I never really figured out why people think time apart could in any way heal things that can only ever be overcome together
distance is not a remedy for brokenness
I know this
because for weeks
I did not hold your hand
or kiss your lips
or hear your voice
or feel your warmth
and for weeks
I tried to convince myself
that happiness was universal
and did not only soley exist in
the folds of your arms and
the spaces between your fingers
I have spent far too many nights
revisiting old photographs and looking at them as if they were sheet music
beautiful and misunderstood
and now
I look at maps like autobiographies
because I would always be searching for some distant place to call home
I always just assumed it would be among your heart and between your bones
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