his ice blue hues
have become so much darker,
they've grown older,
more tired,
a f r a i d.

his hands shake as he buries them in my hair,
desperately trying to hold his breath back,
as do i.
it's like an explosion of emotion
we're both trying to drown in.
and i think,
hell, nothing's changed

but it has.
so much has changed.
he is wiser,
more fragile,
he kisses me like he wants to tell a story.

the story of how she broke his heart
and he needs it fixed as soon as possible.

the story of how he misses me,
but is still trying to find her in there somewhere.

the story of how i can't ever compare to her,
but am enough for a while.

just like last time.
just like every time.