i imagine white halls and long corridors,
i imagine sheer curtains and cloudy mornings,
i imagine your breath on my freckled shoulder,
i imagine your hands in my hair and your lips on mine's and i imagine coffee and your oversized checked shirts i always stole.
i imagine your hugs, i imagine your warmth.
i imagine everything from your eyes to your tongue to the lines on the palm of your left hand.
i imagine you, with me.
i imagine us, filled with happiness that we can't keep it all bundled up inside of us anymore.
i imagine.
these imaginations are my sanity, they're all i have now.
why did you go?
why did you jump?
why did you leave me?
why did i fail to be enough?
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numb
Poetry"he's colder than ice but god, he lights up a fire in my chest." a collection of sad words about numb skin and cold hearts
