3:00 am

by H. Elizabeth   Dec 28, 2016


Coming home at 3:00 am
smelling like cigarettes
smelling like you
bruised lips
kissing too hard
my shirt smells like you
my hair smells like you
dancing in the kitchen when it's
the middle of the night
pushing me up against the wall to kiss me
holding me tight
laying me down to love me
coming home at 3:00 am
bruised lips
bruised heart
too many emotions
crying goodbye
blink of the eye
then you're
gone.

-H. Elizabeth//the thoughts in my mind//thoughts about you

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  • 7 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    I liked this. It's like you've grabbed hold of a memory and nailed it at one end, stretched it tight and just watched, replaying it until eventually it slips...

    • 7 years ago

      by H. Elizabeth

      Thank you so much. And yes, couldn't have said it better myself!

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