I wish it could be
as easy as breathing-
to forget people who cause us pain.

But I often forget...
sometimes
even breathing is the hardest

when you were eaten
by rotten lies.

do you wish you could go back and change things?
    
  do you reminisce about the good times we had?
                                           do you even think of me?
                                                                ­                     ever ?

i do.
i remember the sleepovers
                             the calls
                                    the conversations
                                                   ­                               
                                 ­                                                  when did it all stop?
                                                           ­           when did you lose interest?
                                                       ­                               
                                                        




                                                       why ?

you promised me you would never forget me,
did you forget that too?

i wish i never asked you if you still felt the same.
it doesn’t matter anymore.
i rather live in a lie than lose you.

i’m so sorry for everything.

i can still remember how i used to pick up a pen and paper,
and i would have so many things to say,
things that used to matter,
too much going on in a day.

I don't need any more than this,
as we cuddle close and softly kiss.
Your body warm your scented hair,
what more than this my love Is There.
The laughter playful in your eyes,
that speaks in truths and never lies.
The way your nose tickles my cheek,
making me laugh leaving me weak.
The way you nibble at my ear,
and whisper words to draw me near.
Your nails that leave their mark on me,
leaving me sore but happily.
You snuggle close and ask of me,
to hold you tight or set you free.
No force on earth could make me leave,
for I need only you to please believe.
A kiss a cuddle a laugh a joke,
is sometimes enough for any bloke.

I want to undo,
What I've done to you.
I want to make things right,
I want to make this my fight.
Anything to make amends,
Change how our story ends.

The more we talk, I wonder how you feel for me.
The more we talk, I wonder how this will all play out.
The more we talk, I wonder if you will ever sit in my arms

The more we talk, I feel the electricity courses through my veins.
The more we talk, I feel the words beating at my blockades.
The more we talk, I feel the need to express my feelings.

The more we talk, it tends to appear that my laugh emanates often.
The more we talk, it tends to appear that my smiles appear often.
The more we talk, it tends to appear that my face tends to become beet red.

The more we talk, the stronger my feelings evolves.
The more we talk, the stronger my happiness evolves.
The more we talk, the stronger my fear of loosing you evolves.