mountain ranges
mountain ranges
i loved her all the way from
whiteface to gore to stewart
and back again.
it wasn’t love behind a
computer screen but
passion that wrote
itself across the sky
and right over my
heart.
we fell for words instead
of faces
promises instead
of kisses:
burning stars
that never
got around
to touching
ground zero.
three hours wasn’t
fate. it was a nightmare.
but it was ours,
and we lived it
through every
night.
until we were
beyond
saving.
bjas
she was
a girl that
wrote beautiful
poetry and decided
to share it with
the world (with me)
and i found her words
beneath constellations
on campfire nights.
i remember the
time (8:43 PM)
she sent me a
message to
mention how
my futile
attempts at
literature
were lovely
beyond
comprehension
and before the
stars had gone
back to rest
my skype
was in her
hands
and
so was
i.
silver lake
i still have it saved, after all this time.
(i saved you, sunshine).
hello.
you don’t know me and i don’t know you, but i
just thought you should know that I’ve never
seen anyone throw words together like you do.
anyways.
see you around <3
molly
your messages
were never
fit for paper.
i couldn't
let you
fade.