And I can tell you the excat colour of the lipstick I wore the day you came to visit.
It was clear and peppermint pushing for lush lips you would not be able to resist and be over come by the urge to kiss and I used white eyeliner to make my eyes wider to seem brighter so I could pretend to match the intelligence my mind painted you with.
And I can remember the smell of the air. All burnt wood and fire and smoke. How it clung to everything and your forset green hat stood out a mile amoung the gry dreary portrait of a world behind you. How when you smiled your front teeth weren’t perfect and your nose hooked to one side but to me, you were perfection personified like all my Christmases came at once and you were really real and really mine and my mind ran a million miles into plans and maybes and hopes and could be’s but no.
It that moment I didn’t know and I brought you upstairs to a house that was too hot but it was too hot because outside was too cold and I wasn’t exactly sure which best represented my soul but you were there and you were real and I I could touch you and taste you and smell the burnt secent off outside off of you. And I did. And I didn’t shower for days, took forever to wash those sheets.
Your collar bone left stiff from a break that I didn’t know about then. I counted your freckles giving up when I got to ten because the beauty in front of me didn’t need logic or reason or numbers. It was mine. At least for a little while.
And you’re skin was beautiful, all pink tones and muscles under skin that was in places too thin. A story book of scars and pictures upon a canvas in that very moment I came to know and to love. Taking liberties in lies and not blinking an eye in the face of the blinding sun that was this boy,No man,No boy. Becuse he was never fully grown to match his outside.
All mesermising blue eyes and brown unrurly hair, a chuckle that bounced off walls and screamed out that you didn’t care if the moon heard you because you would give her something to smile about too.
And you pulled me against you, goosebumps running over your skin both our bodies whispering promises off “I’ll never forget” but we broke those too. Scars From injuried feet from those egg shells that grew stronger and sharper and bigger and harder and meaner. Until I could no longer walk on them and sat to the side to tend my bleeding feet and you walked through with your brown beaten up old shoes cause your pride was always worth more.
More than me, more than her, more than a million pretty faces you had smile for a night. And you were you and I couldn’t deny it, I fought with those I loved that the sky was green and the sun was blue like I knew secretes about the world because of you. But I didnt and I don’t and I know I never will, now I know if I dont see myself with the same admiration I poured upon your narcissism I do myself an injustice.