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."
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.