I was nineteen. You had your lips on my neck and whispers in my ear. You drove me crazy. But I mistook crazy for absolute happiness.

a darkened huewith lips like cherrieseyes of lightningand that’s the momenti knew we were on fire

I have drafts about your neck on my lips like a library has shelves. It was all in vain and you were all in my veins.

It seemed like you had the world at your fingertips, but I guess what I missed was how you bit your lip at every question.