mindsatthreeam:

It has occurred to me,
At 2:20
That you’re not coming back.

I was delusional for ever thinking such things.

Did you want to hold my hand,
Or to be able to slide a hand past fabric?

Was it me you loved,
Or the idea of falling in love?

It’s 3:27
And I thought it was still a quarter to eleven.

Thank you for playing a game we all like to play.

Illusions and lies.
Lips and thighs,
Oh your brown eyes.

How I would fall for them all over again,
If you were to be back.