Lust
I need your skin.
I need your hands.
Music
I miss your black coffee and the golden saxophone you would play on the weekends.
I also miss sitting by the piano while you played, coaxing me to sing.
Cliche
You kill me, ever so softly.
Lungs
Breathe.
Breathe in and out; feel the dust particles in your lungs and the release of your bones.
Beginning
You left without a word.
No replies to anything. Not a call nor a text, email or message. Not even a letter.
I made you a mixtape and mailed it to your house, but I didn’t even get a reply out of that.
It ate at me. I didn’t understand.
You had lunch with me on my birthday, and gave me a gold scarf. We laughed and smiled, and talked of you coming to visit over Christmas break.
Two weeks later, all communication ceased, completely.
I was confused at first, and heartbroken when I began to see what you were doing.
You were forcing me to get over you. Forcing me to move on.
I did, but the feelings I have for you never left.
Past
My hands sweat today, and I thought of you.
Now
Just give me a blunt and let me forget.
Confess
You don’t want me.
When you did, you denied it, and with it, you denied me.
I wish I could drink away these feelings, but I can’t drink.
I wish I could fuck someone and forget you, but I do not want to lose it without some type of meaning.
I wish I could love you, but you will never let me.
I wish I could stop loving you, but this heart inside of me never listens to me.
Left
There was something about your smile that always made me want more. You seemed to have so many answers, and I, with all the questions.
I loved you.
I loved you then, and dammit, I do now.
Although, I’m not so sure if you exist now.
If we had met a a different time, I’m almost sure we would have worked. Almost.
You were so beautiful.
I remember the weekend I stayed at your house.
I wanted so much more of you during those two days.
When I left, you slept in the room I stayed in, and told me of how you could smell my scent on the pillow-
and you told me you missed me.
I miss you.
Gleaming
I want to wake up in white sheets looking into eggshell walls and white light pouring in through white curtains.
I’d like you to be next to me.
And I’d like to seek warmth in your arms and love from your lips.
