It's been weeks since
the last time we talked.
I let you go
by letting you know
you are free to move on,
but I can't stop myself from biting my lips whenever I think of you. From arching my back while dancing with my fingers, memories of your body in my mind. From listening to songs we claimed ours and planning the what ifs of us.
I can't help myself.
At least now I know if you stay it's your choice. It's up to you to fly or fall—I'm no longer holding you, I'm no longer holding us.
[but that doesn't stop me from crossing my fingers and wishing your lips were locked on mine]
YOU ARE READING
H I M
Puisi"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
