i missed you so much
that i would read our messages
at four am
when i knew you were asleep
and you wouldn't care
if you saw the notification
kylie is typing...
your words were always foreign to me,
despite the amount of times i had recited them while i was staring out the window
i never grew accustomed
to the butterflies you released in my stomach
or the fire
you let engulf my heart
or the punch in my ribs
when you bid me a cold goodnight
or the pinch of guilt in my stomach
when i was being stubborn
and you were pleading me
your words were always foreign to me.
yet they were so deeply embedded in my brain
that it marked my tanned skin
kylie szenski