So you smile in that intoxicating way I know, asking me softly, your lips curling into a smile.
“Where have you been?”
When I want to ask the same but I’m afraid I’ll know the answer.
If you were with him; smiling in that intoxicating way that was only mine... then I don’t know what I’ll do. I’m not ready to just walk. I gave up forever for you, and that same way, I’ll give up my sight. When I’m not supposed to know, when I’m not even supposed to care... things flow easier. Since we never said we were supposed to be there. But I don’t mind being part of the mess that you’re making, because I can see beauty and perfection in every mistake that you think you’ve made. And yet... your hands are busy, holding each and every dream of those who love you with their eyes. How could you hold mine? I’m not offering them to you. They’re stashed in my pocket. Because now, at this moment, I can close my eyes... and I forget every smile, I forget every word, I forget every touch, I forget you...
But you won’t leave me. You’re there, in my mind, in my lips, in my clothes. My eyes are open. I can see you. Instead, my lips tighten and I look elsewhere.
