His eyes wild flowers dancing lazily across my body frozen in time
We both dared not speak for breaking quiet thoughts seemed to much a crime

When words finally fell from his perfectly misshapen lips
He told me he loved me and traced my skin with his fingertips

Love drunk I sighed and reached for his face
Forgetting anything else only focusing on this place

This place we only knew as our lovers secret hide out
Scattered with memories and hope there was no room for any doubt

If I had seen or predicted what was in sight
Maybe I would of held onto him tight that night

He left in the dark with those wild flower eyes
No letter no call slowly time always flies

His wild flower eyes that danced in the light seem now like a dried up haze
I sit here once again with my quiet thoughts looking out and just gaze.

I think I smoke to remember,
There's something about holding a cigarette between my lips
that keeps the memory of you alive.
You are with me on every inhale -
Escaping my grasp when I finally breath out.

I walked into a room today -
Where someone had sprayed your Cologne.
It took me back to being in one of your three bedrooms, watching you light a cigarette or dress into your favourite joggers and flip flops.  

I could smell your skin again, I could smell home.

I stayed there for a few minutes too long, caught up in my own thoughts of what seems to be a lifetime ago, perhaps it was.
I thought of endless beach days and cooking lessons.
I envisioned dark chocolate eyes and unfinished tattoos, I remembered silly nicknames and secret sensitive spots.

But then my nose got used to the rooms fragrance -
and just like that again, you were gone.

I lived on the words you wrote me.  On my back at 2 a.m.

There are too many thoughts of recent, that fester within my mind
Ruminating over a chapter in life that has long been left behind
Stuck in a timeless cycle, stuck clinging inside my insides
Nostalgia washing up dangerous debris over and over on my memories tides

Peaceful from the outside but great explosions from within
A ticking time bomb of confusion appears to sink and settle in
Reminiscent of some past years, that I struggle to believe where even real
Left with an unpleasant echo, a hazy voice, a distant embrace that I still very much feel.

It has been one year this spring.
The flowers have resurfaced - everything is reborn.
I sit alone in a different country, at a different age, as a different me. And yet
I hear the ocean waves from another lifetime crashing in the wind.
Nostalgia has a cruel sense of humour.
Don't you think?

Together we create mass destruction -
Like tsunamis and hurricanes.
Maybe it's because I was conceived in a storm -
And your childhood was nothing but a tempest.
Yet my winds can be controlled, my stormy seas tamed -
But your earthquakes shake so violently and your volcanos ooze destruction.
No matter how hard I try the rage inside you continues burning -
all a blaze, fire and demolition.
I cannot help you this time -
I cannot save you from self obliteration.

You are the book I have read over and over
The book with the ripped pages, the cracked spine
I can't say I remember every word, sentence, or chapter
But I can still recall that final line.

When enough time has passed to be able look back
back before, and leading up to what I now write
back to the blossoming beginning before the inevitable end
back to when all my time on you I would spend

Reflecting on days quickly wasted and nights far to prolonged
prolonged memories not quickly enough forgotten in mind
prolonged feelings that never cease to leave me, to end
prolonged ideas of how our relationship I thought I could mend

The sad reality of it all is nobody is really yours to keep -
it's just your turn and I've learned actions, emotions and talk are all cheap.

I am always almost
and we are forever maybe

You are more right here right now
yet I am more lets wait and see

Together we are impossible and complicated
together we fight and disagree

You and I are poles apart
you and I should not become we.

Waiting for you love is like waiting for an ocean to empty.
It will take forever and it will never happen.
There are far too many gallons of water, just like our gallons of problems.
And we will drown in them before they are solved.
The ocean has plenty of fish and it makes me sad you still wish to explore it, when I am here waiting for you to want me...
You linger in the shallow waters, afraid to take the plunge. Afraid of what may be waiting for us in it's unknown depths.
Yet I am here, I am in the deep end waiting.  I don't know how long I can keep treading water for you.
Please, don't allow me to sink...

I think you've forgotten my name
or at least my smile my face
because the girl you run to isn't me,
she's someone who took my place

I think you've forgotten my love
the way we'd stay up all night
because the girl in front of you isn't me,
She's someone who makes us fight

I think you've forgotten my words
I gave you everything my all
because the girl you speak of isn't me,
She's someone you run to when you fall

I know you've forgotten your promises
the way you'd look at me and say I have nothing to fear
because the boy who promised me this has gone,
In his place a boy whose feelings are very unclear.