life was moving like a rollercoaster and i was on the high while he stood on the other side of the low, ready to be buried six feet under. so i smiled with coffee eyes and healing fingertips until he found his footsteps beside mine.
i wish i could hold his hand and draw the lines of fate on those velvet palms, but winter was here and it was my favorite season. i had to breathe too because life was holding me in a chokehold.
i held his hand from a distance and showed him how to live again with those sunset eyes. days went by, perhaps months, and those sunset eyes had specs of galaxies in them. in that moment, i knew he would never be mine.
heartbreak was waiting for me behind those clouds.
he was perhaps a wanderer. i was the chaos of the night. we were perhaps, in that moment, parallel lines.
JE LEEST
Half a heart
Poëzieif tomorrow comes, tell them, she loved me like there was no tomorrow [ lower-case intended for aesthetic purposes ]
