my heart sinks to my stomach
when my eyes find your body and i know before i reach your face, I should’ve pictured that would be the dress you’d wear, my hand leaves his like its escaping in an attempt to find air above the water but my eyes sink below their lids (or maybe my eyelids just fall and capture them), i’m not sure which. i run to you, in that lackadaisical walking way that i possess, you see me too and you come toward me. did it feel like running or was that just how i felt,
of course i know what running feels like because i’m always running away
,looking into your face i realize that when its just you and me nothing else matters so maybe i should quit letting it be anything but just you and me from now on. my words fall to the floor in a loud crash-bam-boom and you smash them with your non-heels before they find comfort and solace in the carpet which at least hears their utterance. the whole time, i want to run into the bathroom and just die there, crying. the whole time, i want to ask you if its okay to want to kiss you, with my lips but no voice.
i keep thinking i could make this up to you someday