i barely survived being everything but your lover.
though i am surrounded by hundreds of people each day, i feel so completely isolated from the outside world. someone bigger must’ve put me in a jar in failing effort to save me.
everything is green again. like the earth is taking its first deep breath since the winter.
someone asked me today if i had ever been in love. i shook my head no because what we had can’t fit under one four letter word.
our eyes lock, and your breath hitches, and my mouth is a magnet pulling pulling pulling me to you.
even if we go down in the biggest flames the world has ever seen, i won’t for a second regret stoking the fire.
the only wish of mine before i walk alongside death, is for the ink from my pen to sink into a single soul and take root.
“aliza, i’m in love with you”
“oh you poor, poor boy”
i crave physical touch like a drug. i crave skin to skin, soul to soul kind of touch. i crave interlocking pinkies because i need a little hit. i crave to hug people that do little things for me because it’s the only way i know how to say thank you.
the taste of tragedy is so fresh on my tongue. i believe the aftertaste shall linger forever.