Sometimes pieces of you become weaved and entwined back into my life... Briefly creating a fabric of warmth and familiarity... That invariably returns to feeling as cold as ice.
I hate myself for what I put you through... But I hate myself more... For what I still want to do.
There's times when words hit you harder than gravity. Every syllable strikes you so effortlessly between your eyes and every single vowel punches you straight in the face. But those consonants... They can just tear straight through your damn flesh...
There were summer nights where it was only you and me... Listening to the crickets... And each other breathe.
Sometimes I catch myself looking at the patio outside my kitchen window... Knowing that those bricks once held us as we laid together under Orion's belt...
This silence has been so much louder than words... And these thoughts in my head will never be unheard.
My fingers dig hard into the wheel, as I remember those hands that I can still feel. And I swear it's like I still see you here... With your blonde hair, hazel eyes, and lightly freckled ear. But when I blink, you'll disappear, and I'll begin to coast... Missing you riding shotgun even if you're … Continue reading Apparition
Maybe everything's not quite as I remember in my head... Could it be so warped and twisted? My reality subconsciously misread?
You flatter with half-truths and manipulate with lies... Only to get yourself in-betweensome lonely girl's thighs...
As the sandpipers scurried across the sand, we walked together interlocking our hands... And with our fingers laced, I began to brace... For what we knew was coming ahead.