it moves, it moves.

walking into a paramount surprise. to know the heart you've waited for has only scanned the surface, and promptly decided they're better off alone. i've got memoirs of sunrise mornings and rain washed hair. back logging appraisals of cool, smooth skin. moving in closer, sighing with the comfort of the cold side of a pillow. you've stained all that i am. your lips etched themselves onto my forehead, your hands clearly marked my palms. ghostly suggestions of what you once were stroke my hair in the dark. i've got the feeling of your breath on my neck clouding the few thoughts that aren't lingering on you. weakened, my body molds to a silhouette it hardly remembers, but has trouble trying to forget. glad i caught wind of what you were planning, it would have been a shame to document a falsehood. you disappeared, and god knows how much I wish I never had to travel back home with you. if it weren't for the sudden change of scenery, would you have had the strength to pick a few more strings for me as we kissed under cover of your half hearted melody. finding it hard to convince myself there wasn’t beauty and truth behind the scam - but somehow its all i can seem to remember.

yelling out how you should be ashamed, but i know i'm feeling all the symptoms. missing faces that rearranged my world. so many castles have been built around here just to fall. reminding myself to turn right at red lights and to close the cabinet door, but never again will i forget that happiness only comes in graphic shades of grey. daylight’s finest dream didn't last long, but it was enough to remind me where my head belongs.