It takes so dull a knife to cut apart the thinnest of loves. The fibers that held it together, once strong as rope & reinforced by trust, fray like tissue paper in your silence.
You squint in the half light an hour before dawn, and nothing is quite real yet. A glint in your dark eyes as you lean in to kiss me, I taste last night on your lips the liquor the cigarettes the musk of a little bit of me mixed with a little bit of you sweet and salty. I squint in the blinding light The brightness stings my dark eyes. You ask if I’m crying or is the light just...
since1876 asked: I signed up for this JUST so I could ask you to marry me! Will you?! :p