I am not in love with you anymore, is what I tell myself.
Yet, I find myself staring off into the distance reminiscing your touch on my skin against my beating pulse. I don't know how to forget the way your smile lit up my sky, and how the sound of your laugh spread this warmth, that somehow filled a room.
Here I am holding back these words too much for sound, yet so audible through actions, it's as they say love is a verb.
Our days have began to blur together, we've become our own daily routines with one another. And, yet there is this feeling of knowing there's nothing to hold onto because we don't belong to one another, even though it feels like it. I have acquired this new sense home, and it's just your presence.
So, I so desperately try to push away the fireworks I feel when I'm around you, and tame the beating heart of mine. If I had only known, but I did, and that still didn't stop me for falling into your mesmerizing gaze that's left me in a blinded haze.
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