Lips

Pilgrim's hands

I own both

With a steady heart

With wary eyes

You think a guarded soul comes with experience?

Think again.

Pain can easily be shared

I am the dementor who inhales your cries

And makes them my own

Those anime girls who believe their boyfriends don't like them?

I scoff even though their pixelated lips know more than mine

Their timid steps cannot be compared to my rushing feet

The suitors stand in the hallway as they realize the truth

I'm not blind, but I'm not waiting for them

More heartbroken songs than lovesick on my playlist

Perhaps because I long for the butterflies

Although the roses they carry prick me the longer I hold them

The ache comes with no face, no ghost of an embrace, 

But still I am a thousand years old.