you asked me once
how real it all felt
sometimes i wonder
if it had all just been a dream
but then i remember
your gentle eyes
under a summer moon,
the scent of oranges
hanging in the air
and the feeling of stars
bursting out of the sky
the moment our lips met.

i thought i could let you go,
yet you pour out of me
each time i pick up this pen.
i guess i just wanted
to love you
a little
l o n g e r.

it takes 27 days
for skin to shed,
which means i've been
5 different versions of myself
since we last touched,
but i still remember
how your fingertips
left me burning.

the moonlight
glistened on your skin
on those tangerine nights,
your sweet moans
my own gentle lullaby,
in sweat and blood
we sang through the dark.

as i lay
in this eternal slumber,
i hear your voice
and my heart
skips a beat again.

you were that laying back
sipping coffee,
sunday morning kind of love.

your love is deadly;
only you
could break me twice.