Trust this mess.

I dreamed you kissed me. My heart ran wild as my hands cupped your face. Your hands roamed and your cheeks turned red. Everything felt so natural. I craved your existence in my life. Whats left of me seems to expire. Your tall and I’m so small, your eyes are the color of sand. I wanted so badly to loose myself in your arms, and smile as your presence fades. You seemed so real when you spoke, your words so heavy.

Your smile haunted me with compassion and dazed me with that inhuman stare, one I would recollect and embrace for many years. I realized soon when I saw you in your finest, it was when we erupted in silent laughter, and your dimples became permanent, tattooed like a vague memory. It wasn’t when you had your face full of want or desire, it was in those moments of necessity. When everything was alright.

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