maggiezee

it's the soft wet feel of snow on your skin on a July afternoon
it's most unexpected, most welcome
if it would ever happen
instead, you're left with the intense longing
for something you know isn't in the realm of possibility
it's a relief from life
it's a miracle when you're on the edge
or a paper-cut as you tear out the check doling out the last of your cash
it's an illness and if the right person doesn't catch it from you
it debilitates
it leaves you with that constant look of unshed tears
just waiting to well up
it's your friends asking 'are you sure you're okay?'
it's the ache in my back right as i think i'm starting to have fun
it's the cute boy i can't bring myself to have dinner with
because i know he won't compare
to the one who didn't pick me
it's the t-shirt i smelled for weeks
just to bring back the hurt of heartbreak
just to relish in the smell from the one good moment
it's the last time i smiled and it actually met my eyes
it's the dreams i play with
just to escape here and now
the dreams that kill more in the end
because they're just dreams
and i have to wake up sometime