We fell in love through screens, through satellites that carried our words across the aching void. Night after night, we spoke about hands on bodies and lips on skin. After the silence, I would think of all the girls made of flesh and bone within your arm's reach.
As winter gave way to summer, the dust motes dancing in the sunlight burned into pixels, and I gave my heart to a photograph. I wondered how I could be so afraid of losing something that wasn't mine. Then came the crossed wires, the signal jam. The static that grew between us - its dull, murmuring protest. And I would question if there were others just like me, who had founds themselves caught in your orbit. Whether I was just another celestial body, sent up from the ground; when the moon - the original satellite - is the only one you see from where you're standing.
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You make me want to rip my dress,
unhook my bra and put on some lace. You make me want to kiss your lips, and your neck until you're all red. You make me want to commit all sins but make me scream God in the end. You make me want to love you, but I am not a masochist - at least not for you. Why did you ever want to leave this place?
The place where you are loved The place where you are cared for The place where we started. Why did you have to leave this place? The place where your family is The place where you are famous in The place where I wanted us to be in. Why did you ever have to hate this place? The place where you had your first fight The place where your parents died The place right where I am I guess you just wanted to abandon it all behind, including my torn and broken heart After so many nights of crying,
after so many times kneeling, after so many scars, bruises and tears- I still find myself writing about you. I'm the only one awake, in this house full of fools
No, not of love. Not even a bit of care I was thinking what to write and then I came across you You're still the best person to write about and yet still the worst person who broke my heart We could have changed the standards of love Of everything that is mediocre Why didn't I see that side of you? That you're like all stereotype demons Maybe because I was blinded by your smile. So bright, so damn brilliant But look at you know, yours is yellowish and nicotine filled. Yes, I don't see the good in you anymore, not one bit, not at all The last time I saw you, I didn't look through. I was scared that if I do, I'd still see the best part of you. |
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