like long car rides filled with either heartbreaking conversation
or blissful infinity.
no in between.
like raindrops on a window pane that can never get the timing right to be just one
like lazy mornings after a restless sleep
like silent wishes you don't want to believe
like watching paint dry but the air in your lungs is all too humid to ever see it happen
these things are how you make me feel.
like playlists that are never played & records whose dust goes unappreciated.
like nostalgia & regret & happiness that somehow makes your heart sadden.
like acoustic guitars in the snow & unfinished lyrics that throw you for a loop.
THESE THINGS ARE HOW YOU MAKE ME FEEL.
like stolen moments that end in goodbyes a little too chilly for the way your heart is burning.
stolen moments & burning hearts
like the kind of jealousy that reaches down and freezes your stomach, scrambles your heart like the breakfast he never made you.
but don't get too cynical, darling, because
supper was always more romantic
at midnight.
AMAZING
ReplyDeletelike the kind of jealousy that reaches down and freezes your stomach, scrambles your heart like the breakfast he never made you.
ReplyDeletewoah.
and the ending couldn't have been better