Nothing Matters With You.

sometimes i feel like there are still creases in my skin from that one time i let your skin, your bones, your limbs blanket over me as we slept so deeply ignoring our heavy hearts, while giving into our heavy eyelids and one temporary moment of happiness. was this a dream, i sometimes wonder when thinking back — it seemed so surreal, like why can’t i remember your touch, but i can always remember how i feel when i was with you — it tends to come back so easily. and i worry about that, all the time, that things like that will fade out like the ghost of what we were as the clock’s hands swing forward from slow to fast and it only makes me wish i could go back, dress myself up in your words, wear your kisses above my collarbone, hang your voice at my earlobes — all so i could still have you with me without having you, with me. although we all know, i’d rather have the latter.. but i know that doesn’t even matter.