I can see the silhouette of
Your shoulder blade stained against the back of your shirt.
And the way to
Your house is still
Muscle memory even though its been a year.
When I hugged you hello
My body didn’t want to ever let go
And just like old times
Your hairs clung to my clothes from the static between us.
You could be the skin on my bones
But still not be as close as
I want you.
Without conscious thought or deliberation
Our fingers worked their way around each other,
The red string coiling around our wrists and settling in the ridges of our palms.
Except this time, I did not feel the hurt that I used to
When our hands brushed.
This time there was no gnaw because our lips won’t touch.
This time I was happy that
I could love you,
I could love you without hurting myself.
And though i have love for you i can have love again and you can too.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
I can see the silhouette of
Your shoulder blade stained against the back of your shirt.
And the way to
Your house is still
Muscle memory even though its been a year.
When I hugged you hello
My body didn’t want to ever let go
And just like old times
Your hairs clung to my clothes from the static between us.
You could be the skin on my bones
But still not be as close as
I want you.
Without conscious thought or deliberation
Our fingers worked their way around each other,
The red string coiling around our wrists and settling in the ridges of our palms.
Except this time, I did not feel the hurt that I used to
When our hands brushed.
This time there was no gnaw because our lips won’t touch.
This time I was happy that
I could love you,
I could love you without hurting myself.
And though i have love for you i can have love again and you can too.
