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maryjessica May 2019
We made our place on the top of a hill in an indigo house
where laughter painted the walls and passion kept us warm.
Away from the world we were safe,
happy,
carefree.
But reality set in quicker than we hoped for and we knew it couldn't last forever, even though we wanted it to.
It wasn't long before you left, and this place I once called home felt unfamiliar.
Empty and cold.
I still watch you from the windows and at times I can feel my heart race as I imagine you walking up to the door.
But it is just me now, alone, on the top of a hill in an indigo house.
maryjessica May 2019
It feels to late now
We’re light years apart
Walls separate us
Created by you, reinforced by me.
But I love you
I just think of how much I want to hold you again
Run my fingers through your hair, down your cheeks, across your lips, resting on your chest.
Maybe I romanticized it, maybe you lied
But well never know now because of pride and shame.
maryjessica May 2019
Follow me to our place
Our space, our keepsake
Where time stood still and all that mattered was us.
Touch me again as if you thirsted for me
You fingers so endearing
Your lips like clockwork
So memorizing, so pure.
I remember you like a scar
Painful, striking, permanent.
maryjessica May 2019
Fall away,
I want to fade into the darkness
And just stay there for a while
In peace, in waves
I can feel myself latching on to anything
Anything that can bring me peace,
Anything that can bring me back to you,
Even just for a moment.
You don’t know your power and it’s unfair
Because I can’t escape, I’m drowning in your smell
Your touch, your feel, your motions, your words.
Your words were everything.
So inviting, so memorizing, I felt I had it all
I finally had it all
I was there,
so close.
maryjessica May 2019
In silence I’ll wait,
I’ll watch you in my memories.
So happy, so free.
In person I don’t know you
So distant, so untouchable
Slipping through my fingers, I try to grasp
But the more I grab the more it disappears in my hands.  
The funny thing is that I believed it all.
I listen, and I got lost
In everything,
in magic,
in make belief,
But I closed the book.
Because I knew it wasn’t real
But I’ll hold on to the memories
Because they were real,
To me.

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