motion. | completed

minus twenty-seven

oh, you were never like this before.

you used to look at me with
those [beautiful] blue eyes like
i was worth something.

and i used to look at the moon.

you used to hold me tenderly,
like i would break. you didn't
try to break
me.

i looked at the moon and said, why are there craters?

you held my sweaty palms in
your rough, calloused ones
and put your rough, calloused
mind to rest on my
knees.

she sat next to me. oh, she'd always sit next to me like that.

you did, you put
your burned soul to rest on my
pristine heart. you placed your cares on my floating shoulders
and fell asleep in my
arms.

and i never wanted to hurt her, i swear. i swear, i loved her. i loved her like the moon loved the sun.

and i'd stare at your face,
your sandpaper skin and your
leather tongue. the crinkles at the
corners of your
eyes.

but oh, how i hated myself for it. i hated myself for everything.

we are ghostly. transparent,
you and i are, filmy
apparitions that ask for
too much.

and she sat next to me and traced the lines on my face. I FUCKING HATE THIS WHY CAN'T YOU SEE I HATE MYSELF I HATEIHATEIHATE AND - 'the craters make us more beautiful,' she said, and i looked at her beautiful face. 'the light is only light in the darkness.' 

and i loved her no less.