The pressure of your lips

It’s the moments in spring turning to summer I think of you the most.. the day I met you, to the first time I kissed you and told you I loved you. I saw something today and it resonated with me to my core. It’s kind of sad but bear with me. To this day it’s a harsh and bitter feeling that fills me honestly with dread but the thought of someone else being able to feel that intimacy of the pressure your lips give breaks me. The way your fragile hands felt on the back of my neck, right under my ear. The way you would squeeze me tight when we had to say goodbye. Whether for 5 mins, a day, a week, forever you always gave me that warmth.. and the fact that you get to give it to him every day and night kind of burns. Like touching a hot pan, my head feels like crashing into my calling fan. The thought of you pressing your lips on another man.. fuck it stings.

thats all for today. just me groaning about something that resonated with me and made me realize I can’t ignore what’s real and what won’t heal.

-Love