I could never belong to you.

To accept that was both the hardest and the most liberating thing I have ever done.

Defenseless, your figure—sprawled out on my couch, resting your tired eyes. I could feel you if I just dared to reach out my hand, fingers itching to trace what I couldn’t touch. You mumbled in your sleep, I couldn’t hear the words—I didn’t want to, especially if it was a name.

It’s okay like this, right? Inhaling your faint scent from a safe distance. I swore I would try not to get drunk from it, and scold you properly like I was supposed to. Your breathing was calm, but my heartbeat was erratic—should I scoot away so you wouldn’t hear it? I did not wish to disturb your slumber, if only to steal more time to selfishly admire.

Your dangling hand was just inches away, big and heavy, warm and gentle—they were created to protect a woman. I stared at my own and realized that mine were the same, yet I longed…

It didn’t matter anyway, I could never belong to you.

Angst because that's what I do haha. Inspired by Kings of Convenience's Boat Behind. I love love love their songs!