hi.
i miss you and you’re not even gone yet. how the light misses the sky before the sun ever sets
our goodbyes always hurt
always telling myself the last kiss wasn’t perfect enough just so i can sneak one more in
oh how her name is divine to me saying it with the purest of love everytime i call her near
anything less would be blasphemy
the greatest of sins
the getty
for a moment the museum fell quiet. and it was just you and me.
the paintings held there breath and so did we.
holding in that word that struck fear into the both of us.
i wish i would’ve told you sooner.
i’m not a writer not even close. i’m not very good with words. she knows this.
i daydream about her constantly slipping in and out of reality; thinking of her soft skin and even softer words.
They run over me like water and i’m drowning in love.