feelings are okay.
it is apart of being human.

we feel things.
and if no one told you,
your feelings are always valid

A place so permanent:
concrete, metal, glass,
immense and withstanding all.
Yet they come and go.

A place so permanent
for an action so fleeting.

I wish you’d left a mark on my skin,
something to last for days,
something you can’t do.

I considered lying back in bed
with you.
So that if I never left
and we never parted,
we’d remain in the glowing bliss,
and you wouldn’t have disappeared again.

I have yet to be kissed
in a manner
so passionate and incandescent
that it has yet to leave my lips,
never to be forgotten.

You don't understand
the joy it would bring
to just hear you, from you
I miss you
and that makes me weak
but I cant save myself anymore