what remains

What is there left to say about their eyes lighting up when they talk about something they love
What remains to be written about their laughter, their smile, their touch
What is left to speak of the cursed finiteness of time in their presence

What remains except to speak about the way your eyes light up green and blue and golden and deep when you talk about what matters to you

What remains except the elusive words to capture your laughter when you try to keep it in and can’t and the way your eyes crinkle up when you smile and the way your rough hand feels in mine

If only there were words left to encapsulate the wretched limits of us

I used to hate love songs and their grating sameness

But now every time I put my pen to paper I find myself writing the same thing in a different arrangement of words

Of you

                        And you

And only you

Again

sorry for all the DRAMA happening on the blog lately.
what can I say?
Iiii actually don't know what I can say,
but here I am posting another one. oops.
hopefully a recommended summer reads post is coming soon though!