Airplanes make for good love stories.
a thousand girls. a thousand curls.
a thousand blue eyes. a thousand tears.
he said he likes you for your personality. you floated above what you thought you were capable.
you live for the simple affections.
late night talks, hand written letters covered in scribbled pictures. the taste of irresistible mint teeth upon your lips that you can't help from craving. the smell of that cologne that seemed to perfectly compliment a heartbeat so loud from a magnetic chest my ears were so addicted to.
late night talks, hand written letters covered in scribbled pictures. the taste of irresistible mint teeth upon your lips that you can't help from craving. the smell of that cologne that seemed to perfectly compliment a heartbeat so loud from a magnetic chest my ears were so addicted to.
we took off hoping to return. so high you could hardly see what seemed like little people so low below you. you've prepared for the moment your entire life to jump, so with risk we fell into never-ending doubt and self consciousness. the wind sucked the air out of our lungs and we struggled for breath so quickly before we realized our ribs were bleeding and our hearts became stale.
our so called love crumbled like pieces of bread handed out to sinners on sunday mornings.
I've never liked bread so god didn't save us from our broken parachute. we fell helplessly slammed on what felt like the end with regret.
all we could comprehend was that dizzying darkness we had always feared.
"The smell of that cologne that seemed to perfectly compliment a heartbeat so loud from a magnetic chest my ears were so addicted to." great line. good post.
ReplyDeleteI've never like bread so god didn't save us. I like that lots
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ReplyDeletehonestly took me so long to pick a line to copy and past because they're all. so. good.
"we took off hoping to return" k holy heck
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