I don't have anything to miss.
you and your cigarette unstained lips—
I don't understand why the taste of
ash and smoke
burns the image in everyone's head.
I have nothing to miss.
you and your crooked smile—
I loved how your teeth didn't scream
perfection because attaining that
would be almost impossible.
almost.
I told myself not to get attatched.
because attatchment means affection.
and affection? it hurts too much than it should.
I didn't fall in love at how beautiful us sounded, but even if I did, beauty fades. it scrapes us raw and when skin tight bones finally feel what exhilaration air brings to lungs, what the sun does to give life to the moon, what you give to me, love will give me the answer.
if it is time to let go, I will.
& I have every single moment to remind me of it.
here's to infinity.
a / n : guys I wrote this in under 15 mins haha, I never knew that that was even possible. anyways, I hope that you still enjoyed it?? I may add more lines just to make the transition better. vote! comment! follow! thanks a bunch!! <3
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Poetry❝ there was something truly wrong with her heart being so constantly exposed to disapointment. she needed to relearn how to feel again-how to breathe without restraint, how to love without having to think about the falling. because god, the fall did...
