My absence  in writing have made me wonder
What make a poet write?
Falling in love made me speak out
With every anxious and happy moment it led to
Dealing with new emotions confused me
A confusing I tried to solve by seing my thoughts in black and white
Letter after letter, line after line
My messy, tangled brain became something with a structure  

But it's hard to write when your inspiration lives hours away
When you learn to control your emotions and can't experience new ones
Because the love or loss you write about isn't their to love or leave you
You don't know what you feel anymore therefore you stop feeling
Now you don't know whether to love or leave

The last part isn't true
I just miss him so much so if I let myself feel the pain
It would crush me

I'm fixated with you

But you're  leaving me just when I thought you were mine

I didn't expect anything of you
So when you turned out to be
Everything I ever wanted
And so much more
That was the best surprise
Of my entire life

I hope this surprise never stops
But I've learned that I shouldn't expect it

Slowly your fingers dance over my skin
Creating sparks between us
You rediscover my hands
Once again laugh at my rigid thumb
My legs cross yours
While I lay in your arms
Your body have tucked me in
Yet my eyes tear up
So I press my face against your chest
Get calm by the rythm of your heartbeat
You hold me closer and I want to whisper
Never let me go, never let this moment go
Instead I look up from your chest
You kiss me slowly until time catch up
Therefor I need to say the dreadfull words
*I must go