But he's somewhere else now,
and her heart is a cavern for it.
Maybe she should have told him before he left. Maybe in those moments when her throat closed up thinking of his laugh. When her head shook thinking of watching him dance around his room,
Him bare feet against the tiles of the floor. When her heart danced too.
How his eyes were two contradicting beauties. How he took up her whole heart when he was passionate.
The warm heat of his protective anger. The fire in him that came with the love he thought she never picked up on.
If she could have written him the right words, would he have stayed?
If all of those nights had ended in her chuckling and kissing him. Would he have just left earlier?
Could she have had him?
But he's somewhere else now.
He's somewhere else.
— l.e
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Kissing Suicide
Poesía❝it pulls me in and tells me of the pain I won't need to endure. the pain of loving you and the never ending war.❞ All Rights Reserved 2017 © L.E
