chapped lips.

Will you ever tire of me saying I miss you? Will it ever lose its honesty, its intricacy, its bittersweet pull?

Tonight is a night of many sighs for many reasons...exhaustion, uncertainty, longing...all those muddled emotions to blot out for a quiet, cold night in a dimly lit room. Golden hues and soft shadows. I remember my hands upon your back. A heavy weariness lingering within my muscles while I allow my head to hang softly. Find me with disheveled hair and a loose slub cotton dress over black tights. Do you miss me, too?