I never could hear your heartbeat,
But loneliness only needed your arms.
The sound of your heart never mattered.
A strand of your hair around my finger,
Your laugh dancing in the messy bedroom.
I told you I would write her name on your skin
And I did.
Pressed against your quiet chest, I wished
You were the one I missed the most
Diluted shades of unknown colors
And new canvas.
Alone with myself, I miss
Your perfume and the love I once had.
You were beautiful and ordinary, wrapped around me
Like a thousand dandelions