being lovesick for someone you've never met before, at least not in this life |
When I think about kissing you it comes in waves of threes like lives that passed but never met I was made for you made for the way your hands curve your lungs inflate the way your laugh creates rivers upon rivers upon rivers against the pooling shade of your eyes I was made for you in the way time is made up of broken moments like we can fix this, I promise, I swear it because even though we’ve never met I’ve still met you in the corners of your eyes in the shades of your mouth in the way that when I look at all the places you’ve been when I step in all the places you’ll step it feels like all sorts of galaxies emanating black holes emanating pushing breaking trying to fit right because I won’t settle for something less than this less than the sort of fire that aches against me when I touch you in all the places I’ve touched you before scarring breathing scorching away the nerves there I’d burn to ashes for you because there is no fairytale ending no light surging forth from darkness just you and whatever ending happens with you because no matter how many people try to tell me this is just an overreaction to my romantic sense of mind I’ll just look at all the places you still rest against the lines of my hands against the pull of my throat like how my words keep getting stuck in my stomach waiting for you because I think if you touched me enough it would leave a trail of stars god I hope my fingertips do the way I was meant to grip your wrists I want you hold the spine of your back together against my chest I need you curve my lips and lungs and body please need me too because god you create holes where my lungs should be beat my fucking heart when I’m without air I was made for you in the way your fingers shake like we haven’t touched for the first time in the way you seem to take my breath away and breathe it back into me all at once I was made for you in the way everything with you feels suffocating like an asthma I can’t breathe away you are laced deep within my skin somewhere between the sails of my being and I’m not ready to let that go not ready to escape these parts of me apart from me because you were real because your lips once touched mine and your hands once held up mine and your heart once captured mine and I remember you like I remember how to tie my shoes baby I was made for you you are the sun and I would grow oceans to get to you I would walk oceans to get to you build you out of memory and salt water against the wind of my sails lead me home we can blend into all sorts of paints and pastels a brighter spectrum the tips of my colors touching yours maybe I only imagined them I don’t remember but in this instant I think I’ve dreamed of you think I’ve kissed the ships between those lips tasted those seas I was made for you and when I look at you all other words feel useless |