You smile when you see me
As if to remind me
That you are a small part of me.
That parts of him I knew were actually pieces of you, reflected.
That the rhythm of you is written in his spring, and
You, too, replay on the backs of his eyelids when he sleeps,
That we have both known the burn of his warmth;
Both shared the blush after one of his ******* lines.
You were his ice cold spring, and
He was my only summer.
He was warm to my touch and now
My heart doesn’t know how to live in the winter.
I smile back because none of it really matters.
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 11:06 PM UTC
You smile when you see me
As if to remind me
That you are a small part of me.
That parts of him I knew were actually pieces of you, reflected.
That the rhythm of you is written in his spring, and
You, too, replay on the backs of his eyelids when he sleeps,
That we have both known the burn of his warmth;
Both shared the blush after one of his ******* lines.
You were his ice cold spring, and
He was my only summer.
He was warm to my touch and now
My heart doesn’t know how to live in the winter.
I smile back because none of it really matters.