he was laughter and sea salt
a fine balance of what i needed in another person,
and what i lacked in myself.
he was fire and diamonds
a passionate, priceless pair of eyes,
and a golden soul.
i could barely tell the difference between him
and the ocean,
maybe it was about the way he moved like water
slipping through my fingertips,
or the way he loved: like he was about to drown.
he was smoke and peaches,
a dreamlike illusion of evanescence and sweetness,
a kind reminder of “nothing beautiful can last,”
a fleeting hope.
he was warmth and kisses,
a vanilla mirage of lips and steam.
i could never put my finger on what made him so addictive,
maybe it was the way his voice crept down my spine,
or the way he could seem to melt ice with his mind.
he was everything and always.
a design of skin and bones that i had the chance to hold,
he was a transient symbol of eternity
that i have never otherwise witnessed.
he was first, and he was love.
and he’ll always have a part of me.
speechless (via gwegg)
you should have opened your eyes i was crazy for you