I loved you once.
It wasn’t even that long ago, there was sunlight and warmth when I stroked your hair and neck and honey on your skin. Running through gardens, thickets, up mountains and down trees; you were the siren song for my ship of untameable sailors, not casting an eye back as we wrecked on the rocks.
I loved you once.
I left my friends to the colours of the night as I took you to our home, soothing and calming as you screamed in the cab. Double lenses don’t block out the betrayal I committed against you, the laughing tongue or the spiders who whisper to your finger tips.
I loved you once.
You drew a line down your stomach and peeled back to show a space perfect for just me. I lived and breathed you, working inside to become the twin you were never meant to have. I saw through your eyes. I felt through your skin. I dreamt your dreams at night.
I loved you once. And once was enough.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 5:05 AM UTC
I loved you once.
It wasn’t even that long ago, there was sunlight and warmth when I stroked your hair and neck and honey on your skin. Running through gardens, thickets, up mountains and down trees; you were the siren song for my ship of untameable sailors, not casting an eye back as we wrecked on the rocks.
I loved you once.
I left my friends to the colours of the night as I took you to our home, soothing and calming as you screamed in the cab. Double lenses don’t block out the betrayal I committed against you, the laughing tongue or the spiders who whisper to your finger tips.
I loved you once.
You drew a line down your stomach and peeled back to show a space perfect for just me. I lived and breathed you, working inside to become the twin you were never meant to have. I saw through your eyes. I felt through your skin. I dreamt your dreams at night.
I loved you once. And once was enough.
Romantic love isn't the only love there is.
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