I was writing about you.

Words of mine.

amare-amaranthine:

threes reasons (not) to go back

  1. his skin tasted like melting frost
    the cold that fogged my windows
    when i left my car in the winter air
    .
  2. there was an emptiness about him
    a chill that felt like liquid at fingers
    but was inhaled as weightless air
    .
  3. i was always drowning at his side
    with a summer heart, and lungs
    coated and heavy with his breath
    .

(sometimes i thought he knew
that he liked watching my lips
as they turned blue beneath
the surface)

(Source: my-dear-haphephobic-heart)

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