you see, he’s the type of addiction that rips your soul open. always craving for his open heart, the innocence. you are always burning and hurting without him knowing the damage he’s inflicting everyday.
he smiles my way, never at me, but it leaves me aching all the same. his soft heart cannot bear the darkness of this place. i long to hear his lips forming the vowels of my name. an augmented reality that leaves me aching for days.
what sort of infatuation leaves the soul wide open the burn his smile leaves in every darkened moment the feeling i experience staring out in the ocean cannot ever compare to the words he’d spoken
the memories of summer remains to be the only thing he’d impart of the constellations we promised on seems so far apart he never picked up the splattered pieces of my heart the pain i feel i can only call art
still he smiles and it never cease to leave me breathless picturing the warmth in his eyes, i lie awake, restless
though the weight of his words feel like home i am not surprised when i end up alone.