to mistake every gust of wind
for your touch
to feel your breath
in places it never even reached
to shiver at nothing
and call it intimacy
it was the same before
it was the same after
only
now I know you were never here
you never held me yet
I still find your hands
in the folds of my clothes
your voice in the spaces
between my thoughts
the only thing that’s changed
is everything.
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 2:26 PM UTC
to mistake every gust of wind
for your touch
to feel your breath
in places it never even reached
to shiver at nothing
and call it intimacy
it was the same before
it was the same after
only
now I know you were never here
you never held me yet
I still find your hands
in the folds of my clothes
your voice in the spaces
between my thoughts
the only thing that’s changed
is everything.
Went and got my heart broken again
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