Let’s not talk about
What our hearts are feeling
When our bodies are close together
As we fill in time with the L word.
See, you feel like December,
Safe and warm and all I could hope for,
You taste like Spring
Sweet and reminiscent
Of days of gold,
Only you are better,
You feel just like home,
Except a lot safer.
Don’t let me go…
I’m not strong enough to stand alone.
My heart wearies at the thought of this….
See, the story is over,
The movie has ended
The music is gone,
The hero is dead….
Thoughts roar in my head
A flood gate of bright blood red emotions
Cold as grey tears.
But I am quiet. A disheartening disposition.
Because I know that you never were
Never have been.
You were just a dream.
(Photo by Anastasiya Markovich)