We haven’t talked the same in weeks.
I miss waking up in your arms and
Falling asleep after an early morning
Waking up when the sun went down
And the moon came up. I miss the feeling
I got when I saw you and you pressed your
Hungry lips to mine and I could feel the
Desperation and how much you missed
My touch in that time that we were apart.
I miss the way you called me drunk and
Hugged me tight with every goodbye, the
Way you pressed me against the wall and
Kissed me when they left the stairwell.
That rush of adrenaline when we had a moment
Alone and those smiling eyes when we got caught.
****, I miss you. I miss falling asleep with a smile
On my face and your kiss on my forehead. I miss
The way I first fell in love on that balcony at
That nearly vacant club, the first time you kissed me
How my heart stopped and my breath caught when
You leaned towards me. I miss the way you smiled
Against my lips when I laughed at myself. I
Miss the way your hands explored me softly
But hungry all at once. I miss the giddy
Feeling I got when you first asked me to
Spend the night, the way I curled up next to
You with my head on your chest with the feeling
Of your heartbeat lulling me to sleep. They tell
Me to move on but they don’t understand. They
Don’t know how hard it is to ignore all these
Things I miss and simply move on.

- I miss you

I can feel the changes...
all around me.
Subtle in some,
drastic in others
...but none are left untouched.

I am kicking and screaming,
attempting to hold on to
... ghosts...
of those that once were
my foundation.

Even the closest...
Have unfamiliar sides emerging.
How silly of me....
to refuse to move too.
How arrogant,
to believe
that I would not be left behind
or made a fool
by holding on...

I am uncomfortable...
floating randomly...,
with no purpose...,
no destination...,
no sense of "home"

I can’t sit still
I can’t muster the patience
I’m constantly frustrated and unsatisfied
It’s like the only way I can escape it
The only way to release the energy
Is to write
Write down every thought that comes to mind
Mindlessly
As ironic as it sounds

No one has ever held me
The way that you do
No one has ever whispered
Sweet nothings in my ear
Or stayed up
And talked about
Silly things
While holding each other
Maybe
Just maybe
This is what love
Is suppose to feel like

I can feel myself
Falling
And while i'm terrified
I've never felt
This
With anyone before
And i'm terrified
Because
If you break me
I know
It's going to hurt like
Hell

She was a delicate Daisy
In a field of dangerous roses

I don't drink baby
But because of you
I've never wanted to burn my throat
With that poison more in my life