you have an addictive personality
that's what they say.
you threw your arms around me too fast
like a hurricane,
consuming me completely.
i don't doubt the sincerity
in those moments and whispers
too pure to be lies,
your sweetness like a cavity.
but now i see it for what it was
your latest fixation
simply a way to pass the time

i was just another habit to break.

I don't need a card on Valentine's
Nor a bouquet on our anniversary...
I won't ask you to remember my birthday..
I don't need expensive diners on christmas...
I swear that I will never ask for a ring...
nor a tulle gown...
I just need the space between your arms..a tight hug every morning and a kiss every night...

today i woke up to see you next to me
softly, your life breathed out
...
and then back in

your hair was a mess,
sticking out in random places
looking at you like that made me want to leave marks on you
the kind that only you and i could remember and see

the sun hits your face,
as my fingers reach your face,
my lips brush the top of your head
and i'm at peace