It’s strange that I write about romantic love when I’ve never been in romantic love. But I get that it makes your heart swell and pitter patter like rain drops on April mornings. That your breath stops and your fingers shake little earthquakes against your thighs. That eyes become lightning storms and that kiss is electric. His hands mark the lines on the map of places you’ve been and his laugh sounds like summer breeze and the flowers whispering to each other.
And even without love I get that heartbreak tastes like broken glass. That it leaves cracks and fault lines in your heart. Whiskey begins to be flavored like water and all you want to do is drown out the way his lips tasted. It flooded your eyes with tears and shattered skies. All you have are abandoned highways and cold January wind.
And even without love I get that heartbreak tastes like broken glass. That it leaves cracks and fault lines in your heart. Whiskey begins to be flavored like water and all you want to do is drown out the way his lips tasted. It flooded your eyes with tears and shattered skies. All you have are abandoned highways and cold January wind.
I'm lost 
