Your calloused words,
The way your lips recreate stories of untold secrets,
Your breath against my skin,
The way you look down at me when I'm not looking.
I'm forfeiting this war,
Between you and I.
My conscious told me to let you go,
But it's not the same,
The way your fingers fit between mine,
The way your cracked lips felt against my cold cheeks,
The way your voice sounded at 3am,
The way you became my bubble,
The only thing I looked forward to,
The only reason I woke up,
The reason I made promises I couldn't keep.
I fell so in love with you,
But it's been eight months now,
And I can't stop looking back.
What you did to me,
The way you fooled me,
Then left me there,
Cold and bruised,
Cracked and bleeding.
I feel so stupid,
For missing you the way I do.
I'm not sure if this is insanity,
Or lack of self control.
