over and over, with nothing to stop it
have you ever closed your eyes
for a few minutes, and then opened them really fast and kind of sat there -
mildly amazed by how everything seemed
crisper, and brighter, like it felt right?
like the stars had aligned to make sure
this is how it was meant to be?
like it could never be anything different?
i didn't have to close my eyes
when i was with her.
she was the deep blue sea and the devil,
never anything in between.
she left every worry she had in the closet
and made me put them on the highest shelves,
the ones she couldn't quite reach.
she was a California sunset in November.
she was warm breeze and the worst taste in movies.
she was kisses when i felt like shit
and kisses when i couldn't admit i needed them.
i didn't want to call her an angel
but she was something good.
and yet despite all that we were nothing special.
like all things in the world, it ended.
she was cold at night
and i didn't know how to apologize.
we cut chunks of ourselves and called them
but it only