The last kiss

You told me I smelled like love, that you could build walls so high around me, nothing in the world could harm me. You loved my voice. A voice you could recognise anywhere. You whispered these words as we slow danced in the kitchen, your hand against the small of my back and I had never felt so safe. You kissed me like there was no tomorrow. You said I tasted like fresh strawberries. I loved how you held me so tight against you like I was disappear. "The moon" you said. You could never get tired of looking at me.

But maybe it was never enough to hold you for long. You kissed my lips one last time murmuring apologies and I stood still trying to figure words to stop you. Nothing was ever enough to stop you from pressing on the pedal so hard that you were gone in seconds. You said you loved me, and then you broke me.

Nothing

It wasn't until you left that I realised you can survive on whiskey shots and sleeping pills and feel nothing for days.