Inextricably intertwined, this you and I. I’m one step ahead, always a bit ahead. You jog to keep pace- you are grasping at the air that was once my entire being as I spring out of sight.
Spinning so fervently on this merri-go-round of lust, spinning so imperfectly. Inconsistent consistencies attract us like the back side of magnets, fitting so perfectly yet never able to unite, ignite. This fire of passion has the potential to burn for miles and miles, for days and days, yet it’s been smothered prior to shining it’s light on this insatiable world. Today is a day of acceptance.
The mere thought of your heart, your smile, will always tug the corners of my lips upright. At times it seems that I get lost in the comfortability of this tragic and incomplete memory, my creativity attempts to paint a brighter tomorrow, a future in which I allow myself to become tangled up in you. For everything and nothing, for yesterday and tomorrow, we’ve separated paths.
This internal battle is never ending, don’t you dare say you weren’t forewarned. You fought the battle, your best and worst on the front line.
You’ve created the standard that nothing will ever compare to.
Unintentional, this you and I.
Unforgotten.
[I’m sorry].
