Film for Her

I don’t want to go back to the winters I’ve lived before you. Because once you’ve seen in color, it’s impossible to imagine going back to black and white.

You spoke a language that only I could understand; every world tumbling from your lips sounded like beat poetry to my ears.

Maybe you’ll forget about me

and maybe I’m okay with that.

Careless through any passing glance, the transparency between us made it clear to any blind eye that the two of us travelled through an abundance of past lives to find one another once again.

Everyone is somebody’s fool, and I don’t think I’ll ever grow out of being yours.

It’s funny, these realizations you experience the older you get. The things that used to seem so mundane strangely enough begin to feel more sacred to you. Everything you thought you hated actually just came from a place of deep-rooted love. You may not feel it now, but you will one day.

I am bound to you forever. We are matching tattoos and secrets never said out loud. The kind of friendship you only see written in script. These women are brutally beautiful; they wear heaven in their eyes and hell on their tongues.

These women are brutally beautiful; they wear heaven in their eyes and hell on their tongues.

We are matching tattoos and secrets never said out loud.

I’m not heartbroken anymore, I promise. But I just wanted you to know that I still think of you from time to time