Black and White

Photo, “Waterfall on the Roof,” taken by me.

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I can still taste the scent of your skin as I put my lips to the inside of your wrist.
After all, there’s nothing quite like the touch of morning skin.
The hours pass like minutes when I’m with you.

And, even now, it’s still strange to me that you made me so comfortable, made me feel lovable
Gave me all your attention then snatched it away,
Leaving me hungry for the thought of one more afternoon.

Now everything is black and white in the worst way,
and all I can remember is the way your eyes change from blue to gray.
You won’t give me the answers I don’t know the questions to, like who, by chance, was this given to?
We were neon and magnets, and a developing habit, but the color must have drained out, because I suddenly stopped being someone you loved being around.

I can still feel you holding my hand and looking at me like I was the only thing that mattered.
I wish you hadn’t of told me everything that doesn’t mean a thing now, I wish you hadn’t of held me, laying underneath, like I was the one on top of your world.
I wish I hadn’t been such a naïve and stupid girl.

Now everything is black and white in the worst way,
and all I can remember is the way your eyes change from blue to gray.
You won’t give me the answers I don’t know the questions to, like who, by chance, was this given to?
We were neon and magnets, and a developing habit – but the color must have drained out, because I suddenly stopped being someone you loved being around.

I wrote you into every love song and all you were was deceiving
I kissed poems onto your eyes, now they no longer have meaning
I hope you’re happy with the broken pieces you’ve left of me.

I wish you hadn’t of held me, laying underneath, and even though you’re younger than me,
I wish I hadn’t been such a naïve and stupid girl.

Now everything is black and white in the worst way,
and all I can remember is the way your eyes change from blue to gray.
You won’t give me the answers I don’t know the questions to, like who, by chance, was this given to?
We were neon and magnets, and a developing habit – but the color must have drained out, because I suddenly stopped being someone you loved being around.

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