There are destined to be a couple of sets of eyes that are only meant to serve as bookmarks in your life. They will only exist to mark the chapters as you unfold. Highlights in hopes that you will pay better attention to the changes. Dog-eared pages to remind you at a later date.
Like the reflection I saw in her eyes for the first time in a classroom in Chicago... when all of the blood ran out of me. Before her my whole life just felt like one big apology.
There she was sitting, knee pulled up to to her chin, probably thinking of something or someone else. And that's how she will be stuck in my mind forever. We were both just two explorers in the dark, mapless and hopeless. I'm not just taking trips down memory lane, I'm fucking broke down on it for this girl.
I only know how to manipulate my lungs with thoughts of her.
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