My words are jumbled and my pages aren’t filled. I wish I could say more but my words are drowning in the ink that I’ve spilled.
I coated your broken fragments with my tears and blood, as my trembling handles fumbled to put you back together.
And sunlight danced through the shadows of your pieces, as I lost myself in them.
A message sent on a windy terrace and the next thing I knew I was in love with you.
We talked and then you kissed me; now you’re gone and I don’t know what to do.
The stars aligned for us to be together but alas, the couldn’t stay like that forever.
Every day draws to an end, describing to you the littlest detail of each minute of my day.
Every night I fight sleep for conversations that never end and colours in the sky that always change.
In your arms, I will always be that 18 year old girl who kissed you and fell in love with your eyes, all in the same breath.
Even the way they look at you can be enough. That’s how mesmerising their charm is.