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If my hands could tell a story, they'd say how your spine always looked beautiful in the morning, when the sun's rays created shadows that danced along your back and flirted with your neck like they'd never meet again. They'd say how your lips always curved upwards as if they were saying hello. If my hands could tell a fairytale, there'd be no happy ending, there'd be no end at all. I wish my lips could finally part to say the right things, because all I want to do is hear your name roll of my tongue, in the same sentence as "you're mine". I want them to tell the story of your lips, red, and taunting and always mysterious. I always got a toothache when you weren't in the room. I think I need a root canal. If my knees could speak they'd tell you how lovely it was to bend to curl to your legs. If my knees could tell a story, they'd describe the cold, hard bitter kiss of death they shared with the pavement so many times when I found your bags at the door. If my knees could beg, they'd ask for forgiveness. For being too bony, too weak, for not being able to support your dreams. (I'd give up anything now for that little apartment in New York and nothing but two typewriters) If my fingers had a chance, they'd trace the familiar lines of your collarbones and over your shoulders, because by now they've committed them to memory. If my fingers had a chance, they'd hold yours again. They say to stay away from broken people but I saw you as a puzzle just waiting for someone to put you back together again. If my eyes could tell a story they would whisper softly of your flowing hair and pixie-like body. They would ask you to stay. They would jump out of my body to give you a glimpse of how I see you. They would show you how utterly unprecedented you are. If I believed in heaven I would tell you that you're a miracle. That you are something I wished upon for years as a child. You are a star. You are a supernova. You are a black hole, sucking me in and twisting me about until I am nothing but battered limbs and my broken heart. You are God with the Devil's kiss. If my lips could move they'd say "stay". You were mine.

what happened with slowsunsets? it was perfect x