Romance was never meant for people like us
quick to doubt
slow to trust
Kiss my smile before it rusts
and pray that I still love you
in the morning.
my heart hasn’t gotten the memo from my brain
I was supposed to stop missing you by now
but today someone whispered your name
and for a split second
it was like no progress had been made
I’ve never been taught to believe in heaven,
but surely the space between
our lips
so close
must have a name
And no never
have I once seen an angel
But your faces
Or graces
Can’t be far from the same
If your body was a map,
Loving you would be a journey
Having you would be a wish
And I’d be on that train
The distance between us
