he grabs my heart, clutching it as hard as he can.

 

his words stab every vessel, each cut deeper than the next.

 

"i thought it would go away."

 

me too.

 

but it hasn't.

 

and even as he twists the knife,

 

i am still memorizing

 

every feature on his face --

 

his eyes as blue as oceans i wish i could drown in,

 

his lashes as long as the silence between us,

 

his lips parting as slowly as we are.

 

still just as hopelessly in love with him 

 

as i always was

 

still just as hopelessly riding

 

on this never-ending rollercoaster.