dirty ice-cream
- liantolentino
- Mar 24, 2020
- 1 min read
Is it you,
or is it the sparks your touch leaves on my
skin?
Is it your body heat melting me,
or it is my heart burning gradually from the
fear
That you'd leave without leaving me wandering inside the
crisp, freezing state of mind
that you found me in?
When you're around, he's just a grain of sand,
lost beneath the beach that we laid on,
your head on my lap,
And my lips on yours.
He doesn't slip into my thoughts when you're
thumb is grazing my hand,
like I'm made of velvet.
He becomes a distant star when
you reach out to my face,
and smile with your eyes;
your fingertips pinching the runaway lash,
that escaped with the tears I shed
before I saw you.
you don't upset me,
make me clench my fist.
you don't allow me to lose my mind from
worrying.
you don't intensify the pain
of what it feels to fall in love
with a deteriorating heart.
you don't gift me with sadness
every
single day,
like He does from miles away.
So why?
Do I still see his face every time we kiss,
when I close my eyes and give in to the pleasure
that we were doing the things I only imagine
he would do to me now.
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