i had never used the word love properly until
the third night i was tucked into your bed.
while lying next to you i felt a sweet sense of
calmness rush to my head all the way down to
my pinky toe.
lying next to you on that twin sized mattress
was a warm and safe place for me to hide from the rest of the world.
the feeling of your lips are constantly on mine,
like that's where they're supposed to be.
it's been exactly 50 days since that last time i
was able to hold your face, in my hands and tell
you that you were my everything.
but now that i think about it, your hugs were
like a trap and your kisses were poisonous to
the touch.
it's been exactly 50 days and i still till this day have not healed from that last kiss.
you cut me off like the kids pop off
dandelion heads.
but i will always consider you a wish.
forever yours,
the one you used to love.
