i remember it well
your hand was on my hip
as you stood
behind me
talking to your friends
and they all stared at me
because we weren’t even
together
but your hand was splayed on my hip
and your head was on my shoulder
and you told me
“you feel like home”
someone asked me today what made me feel the most alive. and through tears i told them it was you.
i will mourn this november for the rest of my life. this november i fell out of love.
i feel new. and fresh. and pure. and god it feels fleeting.
i only write to distract my self from my own self-destructive behavior.
peace seems so far away now. like it didn’t happen this lifetime but a thousand years ago.
i was born with half a soul. the other half is nestled in your chest.
i wish happiness and i could get just 5 more minutes together.
how tragic it is, that my own brain poisons itself.