i dont think
That i’ve ever loved you more than when you turned away. and walked out of my life. i never thought that this life was possible but the sound of your voice was my music. a pathetic poet sleeping away memories of better days in a sun bathed bed crying out brilliant ideas. ideas of humid air and sweet tanned skin radiating heat and pool water. simple kisses and rough sheet pulling. strong arms holding a temporary happiness. the words wrapping around intwined bodies. *** passing time proving love. opening eyes to monsters we cant run from.