My mind, body and spirit.

They're everything to me and they're nothing.

They give and they feed.

Mind, so full to the brim that it spills.
It spills everywhere, uncontrollably.
It spills and it's empty.

Body, it feels, it feels so much of you and it shakes, uncontrollably.
It shakes and it's numb.

Spirit, it floats, floats through it all, through everyone.
It floats and it's temporary.

It was only you and I dancing between galaxies of a smoke filled room.

It was your back against my chest swaying to the rhythm of our heartbeats.

It was your hand that led mine around your waist keeping me close.

It was your pale moon skin under the starry night that left me mesmerized.

It was the touch of your first rib as my fingers eagerly creases your bones.

It was that moment that I can't get out of my mind.

You were the forest that I thought I would never step a foot into.

You were the ocean that I would never think I'd explore.

Was it only me?

Was it only me who had the recurring thought of burning the forest with my skin?

Was it only me who had the fear of touching yours?

I'm caught in your constellation and I know I'm not the only one.

My hands could never catch up to the speed of thoughts.
Whatever is written down are words brighter than neon signs.

My mind could never catch up the speed of thoughts.
Whatever is said are sentences of washed out memories.

I write it all.
I’ll go blind.
I say it all.
I’ll forget.

How I wish I could **** the demons that that have nested in you.
How I wish you would stop feeding them, they will never be satisfied.

How I wish I could leave you behind.
How I wish you wanted me to stay.

Our story has not reached the final page.
I beg of you not burn the written pages.

We haven’t reached the finish line.
I'm not ready to go back to the start.

How I wish I could stop holding my hands out for you.
How I wish you wanted me to hold my hands out to you.