To those (moments) that could have mattered

She falls in love on Friday nights.
Drinking too much liquor from strangers lips
And wonders what it is about her that says:
Take me home.

Weird boy staring at the railroad tracks;
Why do you hitch your thoughts to trains passing by?

I memorised every constellation on your stucco ceiling.
Whispering the names to myself as I slept beside you

I lit a fire in you to keep me warm
You always asked me why I was so cold.

Your hands always laid somewhere between my heart and thighs
“Sleep is not the same without you”

You left for a cigarette,
I knew you would never come back.

You never left any impression except
Carpet dents along my spine

You were my morning cup of coffee,
That’s why I always drank tea.

If I’m always alone,
I will never be lonely.

We were victims of impeccable timing,
All too accustomed to saying goodbye.
I’m glad I couldn’t find a stamp for your letter.

You’ve never taken my breath away
With you, I don’t ever want to be breathless.

Written by Emily CH

Edgar Allan Foe

mostly poet / witch / do-er of art and magic / caffeine fiend Leo Sun / Cancer Rising / Aquarius Moon

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