her imprinting i think
her way that she imprinted on me
i was nice to her and held her the way i'd wished to be held
i let her tears soak into my shirt while her cries rung out through my chest
we layed, fragile yet secure,
her face feels right
sculpted in god's image to be perfect
a thing of beauty
her place next to me feels unearned
what have i ever done to deserve this
when she left it was like seeing her vanish
like sand slipping through my fingers
her and just her
only her