Cherrystical

The water was cold but it didn't bother me

The coarse sand didn't scratch my skin

The birds weren't calling your name

And the waves weren't your image anymore

I could enjoy my coffee and cigarettes without tasting your lips

Because there are no room for rust on your metals–you accept broken vases, fixed it into something new and beautiful

You made me forget all my past beliefs because you taught me how to see things I was once blind to

And along the road, were destructive thoughts

From my journey was only pain and loneliness—that seemed to thrive without trying

My soul is home to all the evil in the world

Because home is wherever I feel pain

Wondering if you think of me too

Starting to miss you and that is a crime

I never let go with feelings, high

But you're my exception, you're just perfection

dreaming of you, late nights in bed

Talking to him while I'm thinking of you

Sleeping with eyes shut

I feel your hands on mine

It's cold and unbothered

The waves were illusions of your face

The sound of distant birds was your voice

Even my cigarettes and coffee tasted like you

You have made yourself the title of my trip