his eyes were like honey, rich and dazzling. I saw cracks of sunlight peeking through his irises, like the breaking of dawn shining light into the darkest part of my soul. but then, they were deep like the forest at night, and I got lost in his forest. im not sure I’ll make it back out either.
his kisses didn’t just make marks on my lips but indents on my soul, never to be replaced by another. and ever since he left, the indents get deeper by the day with intentions to absolutely break me.
his hands left traces along my body that at the time burned like fire, but now are numb when I run my own hands in the place of his.