We didn't kiss- we didn't touch- we just stared. You, me , the moon, the planet all rotating in a perfectly elliptical shape and we were moving and moving and oh fuck- we wouldn't stop- we couldn't stop.
You told me there were flowers growing in the depths of my soul so i offered to water them with vodka, and i guess that struck you as sort of memorable because every time after that when alcohol was mentioned you told me i must have a river in my veins from sprouting all those damned hydrangeas.
We were never one night stands or star crossed lovers or even kisses in the rain. We simply were.
Six months later i was pressed against a bathroom stall shirtless with you kissing down my neck and me whispering [ this is life ] but you kept murmuring together we had always been [ death ].
And everything i had lost became everything i ever had and with my heart in your palm i slipped into what we were- nothing, and it couldn't have been any more God damn beautiful.
We were lust without passion, love without hearts, music without notes and we were never in Heaven or Hell- we were in ecstasy. I was secondhand smoke and you were midnight which had leaked from your eyes to hold residence beneath them and oh God we weren't any novel or movie or poem stuck inside bodies. We were the words without letters and no amount of malevolence which seeped through our barriers could detain us, because for fuck's sake we were the night and day stuck in two bodies who found a way to meet.
We were nothing.
We were everything.
We were chaos.
YOU ARE READING
Letters to Jessica
General FictionBut as her eyes began to close And her temperature began to drop And the tears began to fall I did not say a word And as the black began to appear And the funeral began to start I found myself with a pen and paper I haven't stopped writing yet.
