looking out a heart’s desire cobbled streets romance once set in the visible sea no sign of the ship waiting for x to come home the cut-out walls clean glass for a short time amorous longings silence louder than a bomb a heart lost at sea impossible to cage freedom all the more exciting when x brings the sea home
I often lament the endings. Crying on the couch about missing you. What would happen if you died and I lived? What would happen if I died and you lived? The last glimpse of you is like the sea; I’m always longing to be close to you again.