the embers of a rolled up joint between your slender fingers fall to the ground and she's next to you, eyes and hands all over you, in all the wrong places. the burning ashes are long forgotten as they are crushed beneath the sole of her heels and when i see the smiles mirrored on your face and hers, eyes crinkling with mirth, it feels like she's doing the same to my heart, as if it was dropped from the sky, all the potential energy turning into piercing pain.
it's the thing about love, loving someone who loves another.
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Randomwe're all daisies in the dancing meadows, talking in twilight when midnight ensues copyright © hazel 2018.
