a certain slant of light | completed;

𝙩𝙚𝙣

I will always remember the times our lips would be inches away from a promising act.

You would study my eyes while half-smiling, and I would hear your gasps between long hugs and kisses. At those points, I have always thought of a masterpiece that could be put together by binding two, matched puzzle pieces.

But as much as I want to let on moments like those for the rest of my life, we were just a mismatched masterpiece after all.

One day, your lips are going to meet another woman's, even better than mine, without any distasteful tongue.

She will have a head up her sleeve that does not carry emotional baggage.

The man in my daydreams will never have half smiles yet again. They will be altered with full ones, and he won't ever have to deal with a miserable rock,

That keeps on pulling him down,

In the deep dark.