Millions [Poetry]

aerial angel

aerial angel

jan22twenty18

I can't stop imagining soft blue butterfly lips fluttering into my memory, as my soul aches. headaches over summer nights spent gleeful, over warmth in a dark movie theater and the skippings of my heart.

promises left broken due to the well-meaning corruption of another, I weep not for myself. surprisingly, most of those promises were not mine, and yet I believe I think of them a great deal.

still I lay, tears trailing down into the crevices lit with fairy lights, where I've kept my love so safely. my most treasured part of myself. there we sit, skin touching and a film on screen, and nothing more.

and so I scribble words down, grimacing at the pangs in my brain. feeling a sadness so deep and limitless that no ravine could compete.

still I dream of blue butterfly lips, and still I sorrow.