perksofbeingmel

begging for conversation.

always on the wrong side of the clock, both lost in faux love, without any navigation.

we seemed to know it was always each other, but seemed to have some hesitation.

always present; anticipation.

your heart was broken. me? guilty. by association.

the kind of love that was free, but there still had to be some organization.

for years we tried each other on for size, but both always needed an alteration.

you were hungry for love, dying of starvation.

I was on the edge, you were leading me into temptation.

we never did make it to any sort of celebration.

but we made it to a few weeping altercations.

we memorized each other like we memorized our favorite quotations.

but then our words were interrupted. complete elimination.

now things are different, it’s like our love went on vacation.

we never took the chance, now look, separation.

lost in translation, no correct punctuation.

our sentences are incomplete, and written in moderation.

maybe there are questions to be answered, but for now there’s no explanation.