Thursday, August 4, 2011
All I ever wanted you to do was feel this feeling. Be this way. Exhale the sky.
All you ever did was feel different. Be away. Wash your hands with air.
All I love is a feeling. I still feel this way. I cannot breathe.
I still forget there's air out there.
I still forget how white hot everything was.
I still forget myself.
There's nothing wrong with this.
There's nothing true about this.
You were once everything I felt.
You were once everything.
You were, once.
And if love moves like air, then teach me how to dig my nails into the palm of my hand so I can remember what you once felt like.
Written by Me at 9:14 AM