He has to take me as I am, broken bits and all.
He was the heat of a fire and the sweetness of the moon I'd only just met.
You donโt need to be afraid of falling // when thereโs someone around to catch you.
His face held a certain impassivity; you see it in all waiters and valets. They might want to jam a knife through your left eye socket, but you'd never know it from their expression. Working retail, I've acquired a similar look myself.
Thereโs a hollow where he used to be, and it echoes with self-imposed loss.
How can you miss someone whoโs right beside you?