11/23/16
When you held my hand, it never felt nice
I used to think it was just nerves, but now I realise you were trying to set me on fire
Everything you ever touched turn to ash
Every person, thing, memory
You left a trail of black powder behind you and a burnt smell in the air
My fingertips are still stained from trying to put myself back together
The heaviness of the air around me is just the way you left it
So I'm opening up a window
And breathing fresh air for the first time in months
I haven't smiled this hard since I first fell in love with you.
