Brushing my teeth, wishing my lips were sore from kissing someone, wishing I could fall into someone as easily as I fell into you, being grateful that I can’t, it’s been a long time…
Time spent alone has been cold water on a hot summer day, hot tea in the dead of winter, sweaty bodies under layers of blankets.
It is contrast.
It is magnificent.
It is mine.
Alone. Magnificent. Me.
Contrast like my favorite lipstick: dark against pale skin.
I’ve been called a snowflake more times than I can remember while living in this city.
I have had my heart broken twice.
Funny, how people burst into your life: contrast.
Red leaves against a grey sky.
Exits are rarely as spectacular.
His was. He burned bright till the end. Determined to ignite me as well.
You just faded. A raindrop blurring into wet glass.
I’m only writing about you because there is no other “you.”
Sore lips, red leaves, body heat trapped beneath blankets,