| 1:31 pm |
trophy girlfriends wrapped in stained glass
could he think that this might have been love
shallow pools of absinthe sin
where only the worthy can sit and wait in elite gardens of thought and perfection
waiting for everything to change once again
doomed from the beginning because of the cruelty of this rule
in his mind, she is everything
in mine, his beauty lasts far past days of sin and longing
when the moment was perfect in its imperfection
and you always wished you had said more
because in it eternal clawing, you forget the details
warm lips and awkward clinging
when you see something that wasn't ever there to begin with
when you wish that something was there to begin with
maybe you didn't realize at the time, that she was the one
the one that could save you
the one that would love you
the one that would complete you
in your incompletion, you become something else
in your own time, you become something unrecognizable
and you wish that things were different
because trophy girlfriends, sexless, timeless
wrapped in glass with china doll faces
are forgotten and replaceable
but this prana,
this time
this moment
was forgotten long ago
and he cant seem to find her now |