Of those days: staying up all night, kisses and touches, endless conversations, catching up on the years we missed, somehow we exist in the margins of each other's life, ocean-wide apart, "sex and cigarerettes on our breath again," the light on your skin and the curves that suffocate me, mutual dirty little secret, i'm a lonely person so i do lonely things, but i want you, i hope thats enough, its better be enough, i got nothing else
It was our 63 days together yesterday, i hope you're happy
I been passing out at night and waking up when the sun's up; i been holding on to the lingering savory of summer on my tonge, youre the summer babe I'll forever miss, i been seeing our mundane life trying to crush us back to the lives in which i dont exist in yours and you dont exist in mine; remember to eat well and drink more tea, I smoke more nowadays because i dont have things to do with my lips, kisses turn ashes, i wish you were here
---- the 2 months anniversary that happened when we stopped talking
