I had a dream last night that I kissed you. It was long and slow like a violinist pulling a bow deeply and purposefully across the strings. It felt ethereal and real. Like I thought you would be right there when I woke up.
I can hardly remember you anymore. I mean, it used to be my biggest fear was to forget people. I would try so hard to be in a moment that I couldn't enjoy it because I never wanted to forget it, or them or that feeling of how I felt in that moment. There has to be a word for doing this. Because I do it a lot.
What will happen to us? What has happened to us? Is any part of it real? (past and present)
Have you forgotten how I smell? My hair?
the night was black
the moon a tangerine
i dropped my quartz bracelet
and it chipped
i felt like the day was on a tilt
and he wouldn't look at me
was asking me if I was mad
and I just wanted to leave
because the good always turns to awkward
and theres a moment you decided if you both want this