i don’t know if this is okay anymore but i pressed wilted petals to the softer skin and trailed idle hands over veins and stars and black holes, and
maybe i was never supposed to.
i looked at you and maybe my eyes were not quite open yet because you were a blur of hope and dreams and not quite real and
maybe this whole time my eyes weren’t really open.
your hand touches mine maybe as a goodbye but i caught hold and held on tight, i’d rather go to hell than say goodbye, my life would be hell if you said goodbye and maybe.
maybe the light is still soft and the sun isn’t fully up yet and i can still feel the moonlight however quickly its receding and
maybe you don’t need to go just yet.
maybe the emptiness and quiet thats as heavy as our blankets was just another comforter, another protection from the monsters at night, another barrier between what could happen if we opened our mouths and spoke and
maybe i think i love you.
- Bruised hips and lips, long silences, thoughtless eyes and brushed off goodbyes for @miss-oddity-thepoet