memories of us hide behind the dripping wallpaper
your face melting, mixing with the greens and browns of my room
your soft hair curling around my fingers like tentacles
a galaxy projector, the only thing lighting the house putting us in a trance
your fingertips against my tattoos like feathers causing goosebumps to raise along my skin
the world brightens as my eyes meet yours, beams of light warms us as we go running through the forest
your breathy voice trapped in my head in the silence of the room
I don't want to come down
YOU ARE READING
My Head's Above Water
PoetryLosing the one you thought you'd have forever will really put things into perspective. Life and death, love and hate, the old and the new. Lay back and relax, we're getting over a heartbreak one miserable poem after the other.
