Your voice resonates in a way that sounds exactly like smoke would; If only I could hear it. It is dark and thick. It lifts and carries my nerves around, scattering them through the empty air. It sears my lungs, making me cough and heave. Despite the sting, I try my hardest to keep it in. It always manages to escape. So forcefully. So suddenly. 

    I fell for your voice before I’d ever seen your face. Long before you had ever directed a single syllable at me. To think it hasn’t even been two months since you held me so close. I really can’t forgive you for making me so happy that night. My cheeks were flushed with bright red promise. All through the night. Into the earliest hours of the morning. It’s a damn shame that’s all you ever planned for.

    Passing around illusions in a circle- Oh, I felt every stitch of skin on your slender fingers. I laced and knotted them into my own. I couldn’t bring myself to look up at your face. I guess I knew you’d only disappear. You removed all your traces much quicker than the drugs managed to. Still, you are far more beautiful than I can handle. Your eyes are the most gloriously unknown eyes I’ve ever longed for. I can only wonder how your lips taste. Like pipes and smoke and sad prose and acoustic sets. Like New Year’s Eve, a full row of black cats. Like all the disappointments that come with waking up the next morning. Like all the things I’ll never come to be familiar with. That fugitive desire, that meteoric touch. You burned right through me. I can still feel you in my lungs. 

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