#lexspics

[foggystarlit]

bad kids, small town

[foggystarlit]

i wish my soul was as beautiful as yours, darling. i found you in the darkest place yet you lit the pathway home. you still do, despite miles apart. it’s been months since i’ve seen your face, even longer since i’ve touched you. but even when you’re gone you feel like home. i have an unscathed image of you; a benevolent smirk on your red lips. and your eyes, oh those eyes, an intense sparkle in any lighting. you make me weak in the knees and you don’t even know it. i think i’ll always long for you. i’ve been doing so for well over a year now. i remember the first time i met you. undoubtedly sad circumstances but i’ve managed to convince myself it was the right place, right time. you look good in blue scrubs. i remember staring at you. i wonder if you ever noticed that. i know that you noticed me. i wouldn’t call it love at first sight. but it was a spark that has yet to cease burning. a part of me wishes it would. maybe if it would, my heart would stop dropping to my stomach to release the wild pack of butterflies everytime i see your name light up on my phone screen, and i could finally say, without a doubt, that i’m ready to move on. but another part of me wishes on every star that the spark will be bright enough to draw you to me, as i am to you. maybe it’s wishful thinking. or maybe it’s just 1am ramblings. i can never tell the difference.

[foggystarlit]

july has always been shy of june