// this never dies //

w h e n y o u a r e a w a y

1/23/19// I've never been in love

Oh, how your lips tasted of honey in the wake of heartbreak.

Your skin felt like stained glass under my palm.

I let your softness engulf everything that I once was.

Pain, just a 4 letter word, held no meaning to me.

In the presence of you, I felt nothing but rosy bliss.

Does ignorance still swell in your heart, or 

do I stand alone in these empty streets?

I tend remember life sweeter than it was.

//h.g.