i wish i was one of those girls.
the ones people fight to be around.
the Cleopatras and Helens of troy;
beautiful
unforgettable.

i always fall short though,
and it never fails to break me down
and i always become their toy.
used up
regretting it all .

I remember the sweet smell
Of hopeful tension floating between us.
Lips inches away from one anothers.

A kiss was imminent. his hands inched up my body until they reached my shoulders while he looked me in the eyes. Sharing the same breath

That carried the most important words. So close to me, stroking my being with one hand and grasping on to my heart with  the other

"I need you"

...one more time...

"Ive been thinking about you"

...Please...more

"I want you"

What more could a girl see?

I wish life was like a movie
Where the best moments were accompanied by perfect music; your heart
pitterpattering to the beat by serene sunset.

And when you met the one, When you held  him in your arms, youd get goosebumps. Thered be a spark; Your heart would stop,
for just a second.

And when you missed someone, they would miss you, too. When you saw them in your dreams they, too, would be tossing and turning, clearly yearning to be by your side.

But, no, sadly, this is real life.

I pine to feel your lips on mine.
Your smile buried between my open thighs; my fingers grip pillows while yours slide in and out, expertly, as if you've always played this instrument.

And you constantly perform this piece to perfection.

I find my self awake,

Hurdling over feelings i thought i beat;
Wondering why my mind always  wanders back Into you.

Your smile lights up your eyes.
A glow i sometimes despise because,
Cruel is the one that carves a diamond so beautiful that it blinds those yearning to be near it

I just want to stop thinking about you that way. I want the sound of your voice to sieze its warming hold on my unsuspecting heart.

I just want to sleep.

He leaves pieces of himself every where.
Cigarettes on shelves, clothes scattered on floors, and broken halves of his heart buried within her; deeper than he could know.

She remembers songs she replayed over and over before she ever felt him. Warm green eyes twinkle in her memory, torturing a  heart that might never let him go.

They both lay awake, alone, trying to figure  how they loved so strongly once and why the lightening crashed down, a sign from the Gods, to destroy everything beating below.

I just missed you last night.
Last year's first rain in late October
you and I spent the whole night
Opening each other.
It was the first time that
I felt like we really loved each other
and connected on a level  
I had never thought I could with another.
I just missed you.
Being next to you,
feeling your warmth,
hearing your heart beat.
Tasting your breath.
I remember us when
we were beautiful together and that
makes letting go so much harder