she and i hold hands
inbetween stolen time
in motel rooms
soft in a spread of white
she and i swear life
in the depth of our tired arms
our hearts leaping out of our lips
warm limbs hold the ground
and for however long i continue to exist
i will only ever love her
and everything she is
behind those two eyes
in the super 8 motel
i left a big part of my heart
that's where i left you,
in alabama.
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
