you were amethyst burning my eyes. stormy weather sticking to windowpanes left untouched because the sea grey glass always, always shatters. and i remember how you were a november fog swept off by a lemon squeeze of sunrise but the heavy moisture of your lips was all i could ever breathe in. so i choked. not just once but on a few occasions.
each time you would shake the february frost from your silk face and twist our consciousness into moon glow smiles. tuesday nights used to come and when they did, i would hear the soft weight of your intoxicated words slowly crushing my flat mattress, flat line heartbeat, flat dusk skies causing no movement in anyone’s soul. it never really ruined me, i just liked to say that it did, so that i could still hold ransom for all of those parking lot vows rolling on like black screen movie credits.
happy endings or else your money back.Posted 10 months ago with 17 notes
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