Tag: lifeafterheartbreak

Something Sacred.

Years ago, when we were broken-up, flirting with the idea of being together again, you kissed my ankle one desperately hot Texas night.

And that one innocent moment, held me for a long time, and still holds me today.

It hits me at random times. I can still see you kissing my ankle. And if I close my eyes really tight, I can almost feel it again. Even now.

I can still see you above me, the look in your eyes, holding my right leg up.

Tender.

Sacred.

Smiling.

Loving.

–S.

Black & Blue.

My heart seems to have only memorized the sweetest parts of our soul tie, but my mind knows better.

Although, you are the only person I will never stop looking for in a crowded place,

you are also the heaviest sadness I have ever known, the color blue so dark that it almost passes as black, pain so clear that I can only fall to my knees and succumb to its power, and the feeling of panic that mirrors having missed death by a mere breath.

–S.