Unforgettable
Aug 25, 2017 · 1 min read

I craved his hands, his words, his pale white sheets. He was art I could never read. Like a book of poems, he melted in my hands. Within days, he had my heart and lips. He was and is my bitter smile. He’s the reason I fell in love with the night sky and long car rides. He’s the reason why I loathe nice guys. He’s my 3am dreams. He’s the distance I can’t see but always feel. Nevertheless, he’s the reason for my broken leaves.

