We were sitting down, your long, nimble fingers intertwined with mine.
You whispered sweet nothings into my ear as a smile creeped across my face.
I could hear your laughter ringing through the air as your head tilted back and you squint your eyes so hard they disappear.
I could feel the warmth of your skin everytime you graced me with your touch.
The sound of your voice permanently engraved in my mind, never quite sounding out your r's.
The sunlight danced off your golden curls and turned your eyes into a pool of amber and fire.
As you leaned in to kiss me; my eyes fluttered open- my cheeks wet.

It wasn't real.
You're gone and you're never coming back.

Isn't it compelling how poems can affect us so emotionally?
I mean sure a picture says more than a thousand words but
watching television only tells us a certain vision.
On the other hand contracting letters must always be spelled right or else there's nothing left to make sense.
I refuse to sign a contract to make cents, although I wouldn't cross swords if the oppertunity presents itself.
Maybe I am contradicting myself but crossing words is just a hobby to me, for now atleast.
I do believe that spelling is like magic spells. We fuse words like a magnet, they either connect to our feelings or repell eachother.
It's confusing sometimes when I get inspired beacasue I'm in spired to cast spells,
yet I can only spell what I've been remotely controlled by the remotecontroll to my limited visions.
I am afraid living.
Have I Lived or have I liveD in reverse and learned to embrace the Devil?

Walking in a hallway towards the darkness,
shoulder bumping everyone,
I'm set to score.
Discoball over my head.
Meaningless rythm got me
rocking back and forth on these checkered floors.

Draining my energy,
feet are sore
but open doors like a metaphor for the furthermore.
Alcohol made my ego ignore,
I'm trying to escape the belly of the beast
crawling on all four.

I am this close
to disclose
the secret that life store,
but I impose
to enclose,
you've never seen me like this before.

So I compose
these fake flows
to you my amor,
Like a hypnos
you expose,
"love" galore.