i touch you, running my fingers through your hair
and see god behind my eyelids
the fragile shadow of your lashes onto your cheek
more beautiful than the moon
how many alternate realities
we had to sidestep to get to each other
the magnificence in the stars aligning
cosmic accident springing from a primordial goop
you reached for my hand like a sunday morning
and held it like a saturday night
next thing i know
i’m having thoughts of taking in your laughter intravenously
gazing at you like you were the pacific
and i was desperate to drown
nothing to give
but my furiously delicate heart
your eyes remind me of tinted windows
you could see out, but i could never see in
you imagine the way i haven’t changed
the same as i imagine the ways you have
is it harder to explain what it was like
to have known you or to have known your absence?
but i found my home in the place
where my neck met your shoulder
of those three words you said to me
which one do you think of the most?
the memory fades,
i’m left hanging on to the ghost of your words
you made each skeleton in your closet feel special
before they were thrown back in your ***** clothes pile,
the used and forgotten,
i am only one of them
i saw it coming but at the same time i didn’t
because i didn’t believe you could possibly be that ******* cruel
a difficult truth to conceptualise
but i guess some people are only capable of loving the idea of you
it hurt, loving you, but angelica still feels the pain was worth it
every time your hand touched hers, she was reborn
she may be left for dead in your mistakes
but she cannot bear to say she ever regrets you
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 12:58 AM UTC
i touch you, running my fingers through your hair
and see god behind my eyelids
the fragile shadow of your lashes onto your cheek
more beautiful than the moon
how many alternate realities
we had to sidestep to get to each other
the magnificence in the stars aligning
cosmic accident springing from a primordial goop
you reached for my hand like a sunday morning
and held it like a saturday night
next thing i know
i’m having thoughts of taking in your laughter intravenously
gazing at you like you were the pacific
and i was desperate to drown
nothing to give
but my furiously delicate heart
your eyes remind me of tinted windows
you could see out, but i could never see in
you imagine the way i haven’t changed
the same as i imagine the ways you have
is it harder to explain what it was like
to have known you or to have known your absence?
but i found my home in the place
where my neck met your shoulder
of those three words you said to me
which one do you think of the most?
the memory fades,
i’m left hanging on to the ghost of your words
you made each skeleton in your closet feel special
before they were thrown back in your ***** clothes pile,
the used and forgotten,
i am only one of them
i saw it coming but at the same time i didn’t
because i didn’t believe you could possibly be that ******* cruel
a difficult truth to conceptualise
but i guess some people are only capable of loving the idea of you
it hurt, loving you, but angelica still feels the pain was worth it
every time your hand touched hers, she was reborn
she may be left for dead in your mistakes
but she cannot bear to say she ever regrets you
