You feel like a song that
I grew up knowing and loving
But haven't heard in years.
I can remember every word
If you give me a chance.

If we find ourselves disappointed
It means we wanted more.
If you admit to being disappointed
You admit to having wanted.
If I've disappointed you
Will you say it?
Will you say that you want me?

Every story you live
Is your story.
Every story you live
Doesn't have to be
Epic
To be told.

You kiss me and I
Feel you running through my bones like
The chill you get during a summer storm
When you're standing on the porch watching the lightning and
the Pouring
Rain and
The air is warm but the cold mist
Brushes across your skin.
Every hair on my body and even my *******
React.

I am not emotionally grounded
And no part of you is "safe" for me.

The feelings I had with you
Are tattooed into me far
Deeper
Than the ink on my skin
Can ever go.

Many years ago you called me ephemeral.
To this day I don't know if it was a compliment.

How could you tell me I'll always be your
One who got away
When I was sitting here
Wanting you?