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beside you breathing you in watching you from under curtains; curtains of feathery black. cologne and heat and dryer sheets, a scent more like home than my home, your lips quirk and your eyes widen and my heart skips. you speak and i am lost in your voice, in the melody that you sing. you shine; i fade. you pause, and now i have observed quietly for too long. my eyes drop back to the bitten nubs of my fingernails, and you continue speaking. i pull every word from your lips, twist them, tuck them into my brain for another time when i can imagine the sweet things you could say. but these words, they are not meant for me my mind wanders, and my heart misses some beats one, two, and i find myself helpless watching you, just out of sigh so close yet so terribly far unattainable. i am gasping for air when you smile - sudden and fleeting - my heart skips, once more then nothing. i lock the words away again, the ones hanging precariously at the tip of my tongue as some things are better left unsaid.
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Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
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beside you breathing you in watching you from under curtains; curtains of feathery black. cologne and heat and dryer sheets, a scent more like home than my home, your lips quirk and your eyes widen and my heart skips. you speak and i am lost in your voice, in the melody that you sing. you shine; i fade. you pause, and now i have observed quietly for too long. my eyes drop back to the bitten nubs of my fingernails, and you continue speaking. i pull every word from your lips, twist them, tuck them into my brain for another time when i can imagine the sweet things you could say. but these words, they are not meant for me my mind wanders, and my heart misses some beats one, two, and i find myself helpless watching you, just out of sigh so close yet so terribly far unattainable. i am gasping for air when you smile - sudden and fleeting - my heart skips, once more then nothing. i lock the words away again, the ones hanging precariously at the tip of my tongue as some things are better left unsaid.
ash13y
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21/F/American
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
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