My frame aches in all the places that
you’ve never touched. In every birthmark
that has yet to be kissed by the bronze of
your skin in moonlight, in every bend of
my bones that hasn’t had the privilege of
cradling you to sleep, in every fiber of my
muscles that have fused whimpers within
the pronunciation of your name,
I feel you everywhere.
Two days ago, I ran into a glimpse of
your hair color by the train stop and
misplaced my athlete’s pace; I forgot
how I’d conditioned myself to forget you.
Last night, I drank to find numbness
but only unearthed slurred poetry and
a constellation that linked heartache and
migraine beneath a star-crossed smile.
I am every inch sore from loving you
and you’ve never even slipped bare
beneath my fingertips. But see, my hands—
I think my hands are the most tortured
part of my body because they can’t stop
writing to someone who is not here.
I still feel you everywhere,
just everywhere except here.
‘Clarity’ by John Mayer
and i will wait to find if this will last forever and i will pay no mind when it won’t and it won’t because it can’t it just can’t it’s not supposed to
‘Look After You’ by The Fray
what’s mine is yours to leave or take what’s mine is yours to make your own
‘Gonna Get Over You’ by Sara Bareilles
I have a goal in life to be more like Sara Bareilles
Anonymous asked: When I met you, I thought you were the most interesting, incredible person I'd ever spoken to.
Wow. That is super nice of you to say. Hopefully I didn’t change your opinion once you got to know me, haha.