TillLifeDoUsPart

you sat by me for the first time tonight. so close that i could measure the length of your eyelashes and share your inhales and exhales. your breath tasted like mint chocolate chip lattes. i would drink from your lips until i drown if i'd thought you'd let me. did you know you hide freckles behind your left ear? with my kisses i could count them for you. i bet they're flavored like sunshine. your nose is crooked. i like to imagine you got in a battle of wits and survived with injuries (because you must come away with imperfections). when you look at me, you always look like you're about to say something. your lips part and a smile perches jus

exterior of chest: "I will love you when hell freezes over," you say. your plaid shirt still smells like Abercrombie even though you bought it two weeks ago. it's understandable though, I mean, if I were a nice smell, I'd want to cling to your chest, too. my skin is peeling, this room is hell, I am shivering, I am hopeful, I am smiling. epidermis: "I will love you when water has a taste," you say. do I remind you of air? the kind of air that tastes like nothing? the kind of air you forget you're breathing? the kind of air that doesn't remind you of anything? my skin is peeling, I am inventing flavoured water, I am cheating, I am smiling. de