I don't know where to start your story.
Do I start when my heart skipped a beat for the first time or when it shattered all at once?
You are the perfect storm, calm then ravaging. Your brown eyes filled the sea with mud and baby I loved it. Every freckle that played stars in the night, and the smile that would light up the universe, given you did it.
IT wasn't at first look, first glance.
It wasn't some kind of fairytale.
No that would be too easy, it was a simmer, a slow cook.
It was crackling skies and cigarette smoke. You were a lost soul, searching for meaning. We collided and became one. It was funny and wild, it was sad and scary, it was every emotion known to man. We met on a day where hours flew through time, you were cousins to a good friend and you fit in like a missing puzzle piece. You played to every chord of my heart, with every soulful peace of reminisce. It was all games until the day she walked in. You weren't mine, I'm not playing as if you are, you were merely a foe in this story of mine. But, when she arrived, her face melted with the sun, she knew the dance to make you fall, she carried you into oblivion and it was like the world we built was Pluto and no longer existed. I don't blame you, love, I could never blame you. She was your perfect storm, she made you fall to your knees and beg for the love you deserved. That didn't stop me from swaying with you to the sound of music, didn't stop me from feeling every bone in my body break when your lips touched her, it wasn't like you were mine. You never were, you weren't some fairytale, you found your forever in someone else and that's just how the story goes. You no longer touched me with the same love. This isn't that kind of story, this isn't the kind of story where you end up mine, where you realize I'm just as good, where I'm worth it. This is the kind of story that ends with goodbye and promises of staying alive. This is where we don't talk, you don't acknowledge the existence I once was. This is check up messages and no responses. This is the pain that so many feel, to be invisible to the one you find as a whole. You are forever etched in my heart, carved into my chest, you may not have been mine, but baby I was yours, I would've traveled to the edges on the world for you, I would've stood by your side and held your head above water. When you were drowning, suffocating from the pain, I would be there, I would love you through it. I do, I love you, not in the way these words portray, because I've taught myself not to love in that way. But, I love you with my heart, in the platonic atmosphere. I hope you find your place, find your soul and find your happiness. Because you aren't mine, but you'll be somebodies, you'll be yourself, you'll find peace of mind, baby.
