Lovesick, Not In A Bad Way
Originally Uploaded here by Ed Wood
I knew you were a snake when I picked you up.
I miss you. The way my name drifts off your lips, the tone and meter of your voice as you speak. Sidelong glances, glasses, and thick brown hair. Thin wrists and comfortable sweaters. A patchwork girl of things I haved loved about others, with a spine of morality that is so firm it could probably have belonged to Atlas. I miss your rants, your moments of dry biting humour, your uncomfortable distance, and crisp clarity. I miss your bleary eyes, your tired forgetful moments of softness and vulnerability.
I did always love the villain who wanted to be good.
Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Postal Service
Currently Eating: Big Don's Antipasto