i wonder what would have happened if you had stayed a little bit longer.
Maybe you could've loved me fully and I could've lived more clearly and extraordinarily.
Maybe we could've been atomic bombs that shook the earth with the mere touch of our skins upon the other.
Maybe we could've fucked for the last time, maybe we could've lived and loved and breathed one another so deep our lungs would memorise the other.
But you didn't stay
and maybe it's my own fault for being too hard and expecting too much from you, maybe I should've been softer and more delicate so your fingers didn't burn when you touched me.
maybe it was my fault.
all
along.
