Maybe our bodies were bound in your LSD fantasies. Trips so long you saw me as the beautiful creature I am not. The milky way in my hair and galaxies in my eyes. You saw my hips as a portal to another dimension. Maybe our bodies were bound by clouds of mary jane. High off each other, not coming down anytime soon. Fingers intertwined with each other’s. As if letting go meant sobering up. Maybe my body came down from that high and finally realized I wasn’t as beautiful as you wanted me to be. I ripped our bodies apart so the intoxication of your smile wouldn’t become my addiction. I tried to quit you but withdrawals keep pulling me back. Back to intoxicating smiles. Back to fogged up glasses and fingers stuck in curly hair. Back to you.

—Withdrawls
Kalon AzureComment