his side profile is still fresh in her memories, like a new wound, bleeding, and sending impulses,
she remembers waiting for him, just to see his,
perfect,
side profile,
his car pulls up on the side of the road, and she could see him clearly on the passenger seat,
book on his lap, eyes flickering like fire, and his hand in his hair.
she knows that he wont look up, he wont stare outside, he doesn't care about whatever happens in this world,
as long as he is calm and he has his book, everything is fine.
but it's her who is not alright,
god spent way too much time creating him.
YOU ARE READING
of heartbreaks and royalty
Poetry"from his kisses to his goodbyes, i love him with all my heart." a collection of poems and short stories.
