Sometimes I think about our bodies
discovering new worlds
Sometimes I dream about our lips
always and again touching
And then I realize we were never
what I thought we were
For there were unspoken words
lingering between the air
of our hot bodies
When we sighted of relief
it didn't felt true
It never really did
So I think,
this is my break up letter to you
At least it isn't a text
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 5:00 PM UTC
Sometimes I think about our bodies
discovering new worlds
Sometimes I dream about our lips
always and again touching
And then I realize we were never
what I thought we were
For there were unspoken words
lingering between the air
of our hot bodies
When we sighted of relief
it didn't felt true
It never really did
So I think,
this is my break up letter to you
At least it isn't a text
