apologies
i saw him walking up the street. it was different watching him walking up to me, because by this point he always seem to be walking away from me. our love was like watching a candle melt. our love was like watching glass crack and then break. shatter. our love was like sparklers burning your fingers because you fucking needed to watch it sparkle. our love was like the free matchbooks at bars. our love was like nothing, was like everything.
for days i have been trying to write something worth a damn. but i find that all my thoughts just trail back to you. and i imagine you watching me disappear. imagine you seeing me from far away, and avoiding my path. i remember how you would slip into me so easily. easily than any other man ever had. but at the same time i remember thinking about all the other men, and how i am sure that i thought the same thing about them. how each and everyone seems to be the one who is meant to be.
i watched you undress. i watched as you undressed me. my eyes devoured your body, your fingers devoured my body. i loved you in moments. i loved you in pieces. i wanted to be the one to put you together again. i loved the mattresses on the floor and the smells of pumpkin pie. of burning pizza slices that i tried to reheat.
and here we are with jane eyre helping us along. her wit, like jane austen. but maybe not at all like austen. maybe not at all. but there she was. and there i was. and there you were. and i left. because i have already seen us end a hundred times. and i could have loved you. i could have. or maybe i couldnt have. but i like to think i had it in me, for you. because there was something about you. and there still is.
for days i have been trying to write something worth a damn. but i find that all my thoughts just trail back to you. and i imagine you watching me disappear. imagine you seeing me from far away, and avoiding my path. i remember how you would slip into me so easily. easily than any other man ever had. but at the same time i remember thinking about all the other men, and how i am sure that i thought the same thing about them. how each and everyone seems to be the one who is meant to be.
i watched you undress. i watched as you undressed me. my eyes devoured your body, your fingers devoured my body. i loved you in moments. i loved you in pieces. i wanted to be the one to put you together again. i loved the mattresses on the floor and the smells of pumpkin pie. of burning pizza slices that i tried to reheat.
and here we are with jane eyre helping us along. her wit, like jane austen. but maybe not at all like austen. maybe not at all. but there she was. and there i was. and there you were. and i left. because i have already seen us end a hundred times. and i could have loved you. i could have. or maybe i couldnt have. but i like to think i had it in me, for you. because there was something about you. and there still is.