the sting of a dull knife creasing your skin, and a lover's bites haunting an otherwise perfect neck- i understand i wasn't born for this world. i live in nostalgia and in the way vines find the most inconveninent wall to climb. you'll find me in statues of forgotten heroes and patches of soil gone dark from not seeing the sunshine in so long. i'll find you in morning coffees, in the radiance of the sun hitting car's windows, in teenagers on the mall looking livelier than ever, that's where you are and where you were meant to be. you aren't a lover, you aren't a human, you're something else hidden between shelves and dusted behind covers full of faces of people we will never see again, but i loved losing with you. there aren't many winners and for sure i've never been one of them, always on the ground gasping of exhaustion, i'm not trying to make myself seem smaller i'm just admiring the soil that reunites us and reunites it does love but it also says goodbye, way too often i say goodbye. when you walked away you looked as glorious as ever, and your hair was in your eyes, but it wasn't my place to brush it out anymore.

on romance and the space that connects his neck to his shoulder
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