These days I get off on dramatic poetry. Clinging to the words the way my lips clung to yours. I get wrapped in the emotions while remembering how we used to get wrapped in the sheets.
The goosebumps you would leave have long faded, but the memories make my body ache for days. My entire body used to burn with passion, now only my cheeks burn from hot tears.
Your whisper in my ear would send chills down my spine, the nightmares do the same.
You’ll always be my one that got away, the    hole my heart will always try to fill with an inner monologue or free verse.

Caution tape where
Children once played, once laughter,
Now only kenopsia.

Cheers to the made up plays we performed with cousins on hot summer days.

Cheers to the years spent with babies, Barbie dolls, and a flair for the dramatics.

You gave me seven sisters, when the three real older brothers weren’t enough.

As I grew up, you grew with me, content to sit in a box on the shelf waiting patiently to help me escape, when I’ve spent too much time with reality.

One day I’ll leave this world, but you’ll stay to help another little girl find shapes in the clouds.

I need to run away, this whole **** town reminds me of you, so I’m hopping on a plane and going to the other side of the world, I need to see something new, to make memories with myself, ones that can replace ours.
I need to wake up in a bed we never shared, baptize myself in the ocean, and when I come up for air, the salt on my face wont be from the tears I’ve cried over you.
I’ll write our story down and leave it in this land of strangers, and hope it stays there.
See I’m running away from you, but I’m running away from this me too!

September 24, I sat in the passenger seat of your silver BMW as we talked about Oprah, and you pretended not to know the song “ Red Solo Cup.”
Two strangers conversed as if they were old friends catching up. You placed your hand on my knee, and without skipping a beat I rested mine on yours.
When we parked I kept talking hoping it would calm the butterflies in my stomach, but it was too late you lifted my chin with your curled index finger and placed your lips on mine.
The butterflies exploded sending an electrifying shock throughout my body. My  brain was on fire, as my lips melted into yours. You pulled away with a smile While I examined your eyes, to know if you had felt it too.

The sun shines through the window, as the sound of little feet pitter patter in.
Little arms reach up to be embraced, you hold on tight before the mornings of bed-headed, sleepy smiled, cuddles disappear too soon.
You place her tiny body on the counter, and let her stir the pancake mix as you pour the coffee and embrace your lover in a good morning kiss.
Time seems to stop as you relish in this perfect life you’ve built. The sound of plastic and batter hitting hardwood, pulls you back to reality.
A tremulous UH-OH, breaks the silence, as laughter fills the air, and you take in, your perfectly imperfect life.

I hate bouquets of flowers, the smell of lavender, and chocolate ice cream.
If you take me to a movie when I’m tired, be prepared for me to fall asleep halfway through, missing the best parts.
I’ll forget to put mascara on in the morning, but remember the shirt you wore on our first date, or the story you told about your sister in the second grade.
I know when to bite my tongue, but sometimes lose my tact.
I’m honest, independent, and can carry the groceries up three flights of stairs in one trip.
I’m not perfect, nor am I afraid to admit when I am wrong. I keep the doors to my heart locked up, but if you knock I might let you in.