It's tough remembering the little things, all the words that now settle in the cracks somewhere between here and nowhere. Your face is now nothing more then letters scrambled across these white pages, and the buttflies have froze waiting for your body heat.

I wonder if your safe in your skin, or at night you still allow me to crawl back in.

It was easy you know
To fall in love with you
It was the very moment I laid eyes on you
I can make this very drawn out and wrap my words in a thousand metaphors
but it was simple
Probably easiest thing I've ever done

I'm feeling a little weaker now, that you have finally decided to leave. There's not an ocean deep enough to chain me beneath, I'll still see the sun and compare it to your eyes. I'll still feel the knifes from when you said your goodbyes. Darling, times standing still, as my fingers tap nervously. Lying to myself, about how this couldn't be purposely. It's impossible to think all that love could be gone, or that there's a stranger in your room, putting your shirt back on.*

I've spent the last week hoping that I'd be fine, I've written hundreds of poems that I tried to trap you inside. But you seep through the cracks, you always remain. Your the one person I loved I guess I couldn't escape.

Are you proud babe?
well you should be.

What I would give to be on that beach, laying on a blanket in the back of a beat up van. The doors wide open, watching the stars shoot across the open ocean. Taking in the smell of a small fire and the sea salt on your skin.

Your hands wrapped in mine, your head settling on my chest. Listening to the sound of breaking waves and crackling wood.
Soon dear,
soon.