Poetry (words)

He says

He says I smell like an angel and that my eyes are the bluest of oceans. How my lips curve so sensually when I smile. 

He says such beautiful things, but I feel nothing from his words. No spark when he brushes against me, no desire to shape his heart. 

He says he thinks of me in the middle of the night and how my face would grace his pillowcase, but I dont dream of him. 

I want the butterflies in my heart, I want the walk in the woods. I don’t feel these desires at all. I’m not sure if ever could. 

He says I need time to heal and he’s there to ease the pain. I have no use for a bandage, I need to feel alive again. 

He says such beautiful things, but he’s not you. 


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