My pen dances across the pages
And as the ink pours from my pen
The pain pours out of me
The paper bursting
Beneath the pen
The burden of the words too heavy to bear.

I was dying of thirst
And the words
I love you
Poured out
From the fountain of your lips
So I greedily consumed them
Like they would be
My salvation.

I have a playlist dedicated to us.
It’s called -

All the songs that hold a special place in my heart
But are too dangerous to listen to

The bed feels so much colder
And the distance between us
Feels like miles instead of inches.

How did we get here?

I don’t think love forgets.
I don’t think it disappears.
I don’t think you “fall out of love”.

I think love persists;
Love endures;
And I think our love for someone
Is etched into our souls.

At least that’s what I tell myself
As I walk down the grocery aisle
Hoping we’ll run into each other
And fall in love once again

Tell me, what am I to do
When I’ve run out of stories
To tell about you

As your lips find their home against mine
Our breathing becomes one
And I can’t help but feel
Like we were put on this earth
For this very moment