silence took over the parts of you i only wanted to hear, a sour thickness took over all the parts of you i wanted to kiss, blindness prohibited me from the parts i wanted to see…i was inches away from your hand but mine wouldn’t move to touch it, words away from your ears but my mouth wouldn’t let me speak…that night i heard more from you than i had the entire week prior to the car ride that would not only take both of us home, but would separate us in a way i was more than unprepared to handle…

have you ever felt a perfect moment crumble in the palm of your hand…i could almost see the pieces falling apart, i should have loosened my grip but i felt my hands clamping tighter around it until there were no signs of happiness left, you once told me i thought tragedy seemed more appealing.

i like to think i knew better than that, maybe that i knew you better than you knew yourself.

i still draw inspiration from all of my moments with you, the ones i want to remember, the ones i’m trying to forget…there was a time you drove to meet me in the dead of night, falling into the same familiar routine…i’d never kissed your lips but i knew how i thought they’d taste. perhaps i was too scared reality would let me down.