i touch you, running my fingers through your hair
   and see god behind my eyelids
the fragile shadow of your lashes onto your cheek
   more beautiful than the moon

how many alternate realities
   we had to sidestep to get to each other
the magnificence in the stars aligning
   cosmic accident springing from a primordial goop

you reached for my hand like a sunday morning
   and held it like a saturday night
next thing i know
   i’m having thoughts of taking in your laughter intravenously

gazing at you like you were the pacific
   and i was desperate to drown
nothing to give
   but my furiously delicate heart

your eyes remind me of tinted windows
   you could see out, but i could never see in
you imagine the way i haven’t changed
   the same as i imagine the ways you have

is it harder to explain what it was like
   to have known you or to have known your absence?
but i found my home in the place
   where my neck met your shoulder

of those three words you said to me
   which one do you think of the most?
the memory fades,
   i’m left hanging on to the ghost of your words

you made each skeleton in your closet feel special
   before they were thrown back in your ***** clothes pile,
the used and forgotten,
   i am only one of them

i saw it coming but at the same time i didn’t
   because i didn’t believe you could possibly be that ******* cruel
a difficult truth to conceptualise
   but i guess some people are only capable of loving the idea of you

it hurt, loving you, but angelica still feels the pain was worth it
   every time your hand touched hers, she was reborn
she may be left for dead in your mistakes
   but she cannot bear to say she ever regrets you