Sometimes it's Better to Write

Some things aren't worth writing about. That doesn't mean you shouldn't, though. Like the way her eyes were so dark they blended into her pupils almost perfectly. Or the way her heart beat so steadily when you rested against her chest. The way her fingers played sonatas on you spine and sent chills through your soul. These thoughts don't mean anything, but just because they're worthless doesn't mean you can't scream about them. Yell about how you miss her warm arms around your shoulders. The way she grabbed you like you were the most important thing she's ever had. Lament your sorrow, you miss her lips on your skin. The fire in your heart that burned out is all that's left.