1AM, i was
gently shoved
out of a dream
in which i was
thrown into some
type of parallel
where
you
and
i
had never spoke
more than a mere
"excuse me"
walking into school
one morning
holding a glass door
open
i have spent
the last 5 hours
trying to get
this scene out of
my head.
even in a universe
where you had
never squeezed my
hand twice, like a
pulse, or sat on
your porch with
your cigarettes we
shared and two
glasses of orange,
i left my lipstick
on everything
you'd have thought
i would be more
permanent --
even then
i spent the rest
of my dream
thinking
about how
7:45AM
looks so
good on
you.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 6:18 AM UTC
1AM, i was
gently shoved
out of a dream
in which i was
thrown into some
type of parallel
where
you
and
i
had never spoke
more than a mere
"excuse me"
walking into school
one morning
holding a glass door
open
i have spent
the last 5 hours
trying to get
this scene out of
my head.
even in a universe
where you had
never squeezed my
hand twice, like a
pulse, or sat on
your porch with
your cigarettes we
shared and two
glasses of orange,
i left my lipstick
on everything
you'd have thought
i would be more
permanent --
even then
i spent the rest
of my dream
thinking
about how
7:45AM
looks so
good on
you.
it's been so long that i wouldn't know you anymore. i don't know why i hold on to this so tightly.
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