Without Each Other

He’s the kind of thinker that keeps hearts fluttering like the wings of a creature that is still learning control. A smile made of sea salt and waking up to the summer sun over the beach waters with no one in sight. His lips, the taste of coffee, awakening senses, and leaving restless thoughts wandering back to the times of cigarettes smoked until nothing remained but ash. His eyes like the drinks taken to feel something when love is not an option. Strong and yet constantly leaving her with a craving for more.

Sheʻs the kind of dreamer that sits alone in her mind awaiting a new journey. She lives within the drifting bottle that floats across the ocean never to be found. Skin like a canvas with paintings of red. Her memories taking her back to the times of waking up next him. The boy with a face that she had grown to love. The boy that had not loved her. When she awakes from her dreams, reality hits like the alcohol coursing through her body. She’s the kind of dreamer that drinks all her pain. The pain she must endure of slowly awaiting for someone to love her back.

When they find each other, they’re the kind of lovers who complete. Strengths and weaknesses shared through the poison both inject into themselves. Slowly floating through time, but together in understanding. His beauty revealed secretly unto her. The past she has hidden has healed as well as the inflicted scars found on her skin. Theyʻre the kind of lovers that never knew they needed each other as strongly as she needed a blade for peace or he needed his thoughts for sanity. Without each other, theyʻre the kind of people who only think and dream alone.