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i want it to be you

I love the shape of your eyes
The way I could stare at you through the corner of mine and see you staring right at me, not trying to pretend that you weren’t.
The sweet taste of citrus on your lips
and the yellow diamonds that warmed the room around us.
I don’t remember falling asleep in your arms,
I guess it just felt so natural.
An invigorating glow that almost overwhelms me when you touch me prevailed.
And the same glow when I touch you.
When I trace your features with my finger tips to feel something I have only ever imagined feeling, and trying to remember you for the next eternity that I shall not see you.
Somehow the dark blue in the corner pushed us away and closer. Away from all else, that is, and closer to each other.
a part of me is gone and I feel so at fault.

I see the shape of your eyes in others and I fall in love.
No one looks at me like you do. Im tired of pretending
and I haven’t tasted the citrus since.
The diamonds are far away. The glow has gone, and the dark blue has lightened.
And now all I have is the memorized map of you on my fingertips, and sometimes, you can catch me tracing your outline in the cold air.

  • Author: Alex (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 25th, 2019 13:06
  • Category: Unclassified
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