today i miss you. not because i want you back. or because i ever want to go back to that place. but something about the familiarity, i miss. but i remember:
walking along shore of those gray tides
brought no comfort to my taurean eyes
your words of comfort arrived at their leisure
your words of wisdom barely existed
these words, they crawled out of your mouth
sneaky as the devil’s wit
clever as a young man’s charm
the vacuum that was the welcome sign to your heart
you almost had me.
and i’m aware of that. i’m aware of the box of tangled chains that was once us. but sometimes i steer away from that—voluntary or not—and on days like today, i miss you.
VINTAGE VEST by Forenza
Photos by I HATE BLONDE