It was only when your skin grazed mine for the first time that I knew, something's burn hotter then stars.

You are the winter camp fire,
These frozen hands are aching for.

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.

Your body may remain wrapped in his arms, but your thoughts will forever chase my hands.

I know for now, we will never be close.
Or at least close enough for me to feel the heat creeping from your skin again. Covering mine, like the sunlight on a freezing flower.  I loved that about you,  I also loved the storm that followed you. I loved being swept away in it, being pulled apart and then put back together again all at once. Nothing ever felt the same after that. How the hair on my neck would stand when you would kiss me,  Or the hours spent with our eyes closed guessing who would blink. Not knowing that one day we would regret not staring into each other's eyes. Because of how badly we would want that back, the seconds we could have had. In love, together.

Knowing that we would spent the rest of our life's, looking out windows into the past. Remembering the dialogue lightly but the feeling constantly.

What are the odds we speak again? Possibly in a different time. Where we can meet again as strangers, and fall in love all over again.

It was in the way you looked at me, eyes like a blood moon. Your hair was dancing like waves along your shoulders. The scenery was blurred, you were in focus. I wondered if it was really you talking, and not just the temporary dusting of comfort. We're all suckers for that moment, that one that never lasts.

If nothing else, I'm sure us broken few are destined for some beautiful disaster. How close we are to it? We will never know.

Snowflakes build on your eye lids, as we stare at one another. My thumb slowly settles along your cheek, hand behind your ear. I can feel your heart racing from your neck, as you

You nervously bite your lip. Your head tilts in as the moon creeps out from the cloud cover. Illuminating the tree line in the distance and casting our shadow on the pavement. We were a splash of paint on a endless canvas, but in that moment we were one. It wasn't long, but it will last forever in my thoughts. I'll still feel you when I'm 80 years old. Time may take my name but It will never take yours.

Between the crashing waves, a mist of your face is carried into mine. The warmth of the sun was settling in the beads of sand, as it slowly emerged from the horizon. I remember wondering if I was sane enough to pull myself together in that moment.  The carousels of time were were spinning like a top and I was digging my hands in the sand bracing for the ride.

I don't want material things, or money. I just need time, just a little extra time. I need to see the mountains blanketed by waterfalls and smell the ocean salt on my skin.  airplanes, airports, and ***** white vans. Coffee, craft beer, and sunsets. That's about it.

You have shaken my very core, in your presence I feel my bones realigning. Each to the simple sound of your breathing. I think I fell in love with you years before we met, somewhere in the vastness of dreaming. We were laying beneath a symphony of falling stars, keeping warm by the fire.

He chose marriage, as an excuse to keep around the one person he knew he had already lost. You agreed, because you knew the wrecks we'd become if you didn't.

The wind glides across the table,
Stiff fall leafs take flight.
On their way to a different destination,
Twirling up and down.
Yellow and orange flicker against the sunlight,
Looks like glowing ambers dancing.
They settle along the cornfields and scarecrows,
October is rounding the corner again.

Darling, I have eyes for only you.
Faulty as they may be,
I promise not to blink.
In fear of missing the second,
you decide to notice me too.

You said you would be that light across the dock, the one you used to speak of.  The one that even if the fog rolled in and engulfed everything in view, it would never dull . You said you would be like a compass if I had ever got lost. Well, that time has came and that light is no longer vibrant. The Wolves howl along the tree lines, and the moon lays perfectly on the lake. I'm trying my best to navigate through the darkness and stars, leaving small objects to be found by. I've ventured quite far this time and fear this trip may be permanent. I have to say the forest at night is quite peaceful, life happening all around you. The acoustics of the owls and cracking branches. The leafs blowing about and the insects chirping. There's just so much more going on then we care to notice. Something tells me I'll be alright out here. Something tells me I never needed that light to find home.

He tries his best to ignore the beads of water forming on his eyelashes as he settles on a park bench. He stares blankly across an empty field lost in a memory from years back. Hand in hand two phantoms walked, barley visible as water blanketed them. He listened in as they spoke about the butterflies forming in their stomachs. Laughing uncontrollably every now and then, and about absolutely nothing. Question she says, " you think I'm beautiful?". I think your beyond beautiful he lipped without a single sound. Following the phantom's dialogue word for word. As the rain picked up, he snapped out of the moment; unfulfilled. At least I had it once he said, at least I know what it feels like.

There were bones on bones, covered by warming flesh. Marks were left on my neck, from where your lips had pressed. We sat and we spoke, about stars and the sky. We talked about living forever and about how we both would die. It was unreal how easy this was and it was clear these moments do not repeat. Underneath those summer street lights, you became a part of me.

My eye lids are made of lead
As I sort through our memories in bed.
No more dancing down at the lake
Firewood cracking or hissing snakes.
The smell of rain still fresh on the tress
mosquitoes waltzing with the bees.
I remember the locks of your hair
Sliding over your shoulders so bare.
I was in love with the way that it felt
To watch you so in love with yourself.

I remember your shoulders pinned to the mattress as a summer breeze slid over our bodies. There was no shortage of body heat, we were like two stars in a waltz dancing ever so closely. I remember you whispering in my ear telling me that it felt like nothing else existed. In that moment we were more alive then we'd ever be again, nothing to dilute the love of two young oblivious kids.

Why is it that every streetlight
Every passing plane
Every headlight
Every voice
Every face
everyone
Reminds me of you

I would ask if your ok dear but you don't seem to notice me anymore. Like a fallen leaf in the fall wind you turned on me. Your bright blue eyes and Rosie cheeks just disappeared inside the greenery. I'd be here if you needed to be saved cause there's thousands of songs that still need to be played. You can dance around the hard wood floor, there's nothing dear that I want more. Then my hands on the small of your back and your head resting softly on my neck. I want to know that there's still purpose in this, not just frozen faces in photographs. Remembering scratches down my back or how Badly dear we got off track. I still can't navigate that course, because the compass in my head just spins and every deep breath I still pull you in. I'm accepting things though now, I just need to learn to not speak out loud.

I could swim through wormholes until the universe ends and I'm certain I'll never find anyone like you. I'd be a billion light years away, still clutching that same photograph.

I watched you as you slept, surrounded by the comfort of familiar walls. I kissed your cheek as an early goodbye, one that only I knew was nearing. I thought about that happiness you'd find, and the harsh reality that was waiting patiently for me. Your eyes lit up when you first made his acquaintance and you smiled like you used to for me. That feeling that you were sure I stole, slowly flowed back through your heart and years of black and white were suddenly now in color. You saw me for who I was, no one special at all. Someone that could easily be forgotten, if remembered at all. However, you dear are not simple to erase.

She was the hand that shakes with age, stubborn to turn the page. She was set far in her ways just routinely passed her days. I loved her for a year and she never knew me near. When she dreams it's shooting stars, burning bright like flaming cars. Everything she touches grows inside except her heart she always hides.

There are waves within this lake that hold memories, in its depths the feeling of your hands still remain. I've spent plenty of days on the verge of drowning for a graze of your fingertips. I'm almost sure your still here darling. Somethings happen once and others occur a million times, I'm still trying to convince myself you may exist in someone else. Something is never truly gone until you decide to stop looking for it.

Subtly our hands grazed one another's skin, like a travelers touch to a map.

Her eyes were like black holes with galaxies spinning within them. I was eager to be a part of her, even if it meant losing all of myself in the process.

I was an abandoned home until I heard your voice. My walls were crumbling until you reminded me what it's like to be held. I  had almost forgot that darkness is followed by sunlight. With the warmth you bring to me, I no longer need to be whole. I've accepted that some things just get lost over the years and the people who spend too much time trying to find them, get lost themselves. I'm not saying I haven't wandered but it feels **** good to be home again.

Sometimes even a wave coated in star light can't bring me to believe your wish came true.

Things that shine tend to be at their best already
Knowing that I can appreciate all things dull.