And is it weird to say that I looked at you the same way someone would look at a pleasant sculpture?
Every part of you having so much meaning, every detail planned and molded.
It’s not that you didn’t have flaws, but even your flaws lent themselves to your beauty.
You fascinated me in such a way that I wasn’t even aware of my hand moving to touch your cheek.
I caught myself before my fingertips could graze your skin but i couldn’t help imagining what would have been if I didn’t.
so many thoughts lingered in my head that night. hoping your eyes would meet mine at the moment where i melted into all of the promises i had to keep inside of me. i wanted so badly to touch your skin after years of longing, after years of not knowing.
i chased after the beauty of life for so long, i forgot what the beauty of a lover was ever meant to feel like. you were my breath of fresh air. you were the honest resurrection that made me come back to life again.
my mouth forms in the shape of thank you but i want so badly to tell you i love when you smile. the universe is screaming at us to be together... so why are we fighting it?
all i think about since then is what it would have been if you did.
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