if i was going somewhere.

reliving and reviewing what happened to you and why and how and which way we could have gone instead of down this road that most likely will lead us nowhere, i find myself crying again. hell yeah, sugar, i'm back on this train, laying in wet straw with my hands over my eyes, trying to forget.

but it all brings me back to you.

slipping your arms around my waist like you'd always be there. threading your fingers through mine like you were holding on to something good. kissing my cheek like i would melt, made of sugar and salt.

someone remind me that love isn't the enemy.