Have you ever witnessed such flawlessly executed blissful ignorance?
Who are you, and why have I brought you here?
13 days--just shy of two weeks; and here you are. The paint hasn't dried the pain still damp to the touch
Pressing eager fingers still results in pretty residue, that leaves fingerprints on every subsequent touch
And, dry,
Pressing eager fingers still results in ***** flakes, that reject fingerprints altogether
So why have I brought you here? To watch paint dry? Leave while it's wet, save yourself the water it takes to wash your hands
Save yourself the time it takes to wash your soul from the presence of
such flawlessly executed blissful ignorance.
Words about break-ups and that weird feeling when you've already found someone new so soon. Is this a rebound? Is this just where you should have been all along? God, who knows