even though we are not in love anymore, your mere presence puts me at ease. your body being in my vicinity calms my restless mind.
the taste of tragedy is so fresh on my tongue. i believe the aftertaste shall linger forever.
i am a skeleton walking, for you have stolen my heart.
i can tell he’s mine because he whispers my name every night just before he falls asleep.
all my ghosts laugh at how i live my life now. and it doesn’t bother me even the slightest bit.
i love our mundane conversations more than i hav ever loved any boy. that’s how i know we are something true.
when i see you now you look very bit like the man i knew years ago except for your eyes. your eyes carry a millennia of pain, passion, and everything in between.
to have gone through all of this, and to be as soft as i am, is truly a tragic delicacy. but still people perceive me as naive. i suppose they are no longer supportive of kindness.
(don’t worry it’s already happening)