Thursday, March 4

Do you think we'd still talk? Like, really?

All out unbarred eyes open hearts aching lungs flimsily keeping up with the pace of our words under the sky on top of a car under a blanket hair splayed legs tensed the taste of an unspoken trust that's going to tie you to one another for all time a kind you will feel when you're old and broken and you've forgotten each others faces but not the feel of hands holding on the the other and it's the only thing keeping you from falling apart right now with a wall of words and colors to unleash upon the world but no way to do so and it hurts and you'd rather go swimming in the tunnel of a wave where the closest they could get was the beach but you could take him with you if you wanted because he does and would and it's time to go and it's gonna be another month or five but waiting is easy when you know it's real but then you're caught eating your cereal in your pj's and a mess and you know it's not anymore.

How? All that happened.
Just went away. Don't go to bed angry, just forget about it.

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