nothing stops us, and i fear nothing ever will. i never was pretty, but you tell me time and time again that i’m most beautiful under the moonlight. maybe it’s the liquid talking, or because we spend hours later trying to build a home in each other’s body.
i stutter because your eyes remind me of all that i’ve lost, all that i’ve never had. all we thought that we could have was there. lying on the pile of bedsheets we used to be tangled in. there’s nothing more left to me than us that night. maybe there’s one. maybe it’s the scar that you left on my skin.
nothing stops you, and i fear that nothing ever will. i never thought i would be a prisoner in a body of my own. and every time your loneliness realizes that, remember that this love is an ache, and i’m the casualty you made.
but i hope you find me in the ashes when you come back running for the lips that have tasted the blood of your half-truths. and i hope you find me in the forest where the twigs won’t hurt as much as my absence will. and i sure hope you find me waiting in the corner where you left the marks of our goodbye.
leave me broken,
but don’t leave the touches of your hands around my neck,
will you?
