flat washes of ink in blue and pink dragged fingers across the sky leaving fuzz and glitter in their touch heavy colors leave me feeling light the trees give me breath in the morning crisp light and i am mist floating and twinkling in the air feet touch the floor the cool air with its hands interlocks with my fingers
my hand wishes for yours it reaches and it falls empty promises that i’d wish you made so maybe i can hope for someday the sky wasnt made- with its pretty pastel shades to enjoy on my own
pretend with me take my hand like you can walk with me like our feet can eat the miles between us let our lungs fill with freshness let your lips touch mine i know you cant but please step into this painting of a world with me hold my hand and smile at the watercolored sky dont tell me yes or no or why just kiss me under inky pink skies
apparently i wrote this 10/13/17. Things are different now, yet startingly the same. I dont know how to fall out of love with this person and I think. I’ve accepted that. Im ok. Me and her. Are ok. Even when we arent, i know we will be.