You were my first heart The first taste I had of wanting The closest comparison I had to Sunrise and yoga Black coffee and silence Gentle hands and my skin
We were all of this I felt like more than just this body with you next to me Those vibrations were real As real as this hurt This letting go This blue moon This blue mood Your lonely heart Creating even lonelier hearts.
I think I saw the leaving in your hello But I held on to you looking at me instead. I am sorry for not turning away sooner, For not running I am sorry for not seeing that the pieces of you wouldn't come together for me. I will do better next timeΒ Β At putting together glass meant for these hands Meant for this heart .