7:49pm
"it is both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so very deeply"
she smells vaguely of ivory body wash and vanilla perfume, a scent so soft it never lingers.
she does not want to be remembered after leaving a room, but yet her every move plays in my head like vintage film.
when i desire undressing her its never sexual.
i only want to analyze the texture of her skin, taking note of every freckle and scar.
i imagine her skin being soft but lined with small spots of sun damage from days where tanning was more desireable than sunblock. the ends of her ash colored hair being bleached a shade of blonde from the ultraviolet rays.
i wonder who she's spending those sunny days with as whenever i see her she exists in solitary, although it only seems to make her more captivating.
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lovesick diaries
Poetry"in the end, it wasn't death that surprised her it was the stubbornness of life."
