I wish I had a poetic way to describe the ache in my chest when I remember what it's like to have your lips on mine

or how it felt to intertwine our fingers

or maybe how my soul craved the sound of your drunken voice after a long night

maybe I can find a way to explain the feeling of the tattoos on your arms when you held me

or the curve in your side when you pinned me to the side of the van that one night

but I really don't have a clue where to start.