I remember long summers
Of sneaking into your room
In the deepest pools of the night
And just laying with you for hours
Until the light brought us to the surface again
You used to tell me that I was meant for so much more than this
But what you meant was that I was never meant for you
Something that turned out to be true
I remember freezing in February, piles of blankets, and Nina Simone
I remember reading the lines on your hands, and that freckle on your arm
I still see the soft crinkle in your eyes and your brightest smile
I recall the uglier parts of the story of course
The aching hours I endured, and the stinging words I flung at you
I still feel lost when I replay those first kisses, the only ones I ever had that felt real
But I was never meant for that, for long summers and soft nights
For being kissed like that, for secret escapes through honeysuckle and willow trees
I was meant for paint brushes and badly written laments
For star gazing, rainbow chasing, time travel, making messes with mica and paint
For feeling the earth breathing under my feet, for watching tiny clams dig into the sand
For watching the moon hang low in the sky, meteor showers, and Venus in my sign
I was never really meant for you
So that was the one thing you said that was true.
—
Leah R Chatterjee
So deep. Leaves you longing fpr…..something
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