October 9, 2015, Friday, 5:51AM

One glance was all it took
His emerald eyes locked in mine
I knew it then
I've met infatuation

And I fear myself
For I am capable
Of falling for you

Last night I cried about you.
The exact moment it happened I do not remember
but I was hit with an overwhelming
tide of emotion.
Maybe it was when my friend
wouldn't stop talking
about your beauty
and I was seeking his bare skin
to put out my cigarette.
Jealousy is ugly but my appearance
could never compare to your
lips, or the way you would
look up through your eyelashes
when you were
scared or in love.
(were they the same thing?)

Last night I cried about you.
The exact moment it happened I do not remember
but I was hit with an overwhelming
tide of emotion.
Perhaps it was when I realised
I no longer searched for him
in the poetry I wrote
and read.
Rather it is your
inexplicable beauty and intelligence
that I try to capture with
stumbled words and drunken
rants to people who don't really
care.

Last night I cried about you.
The exact moment it happened I do not remember
but I was hit with an overwhelming
tide of emotion.
It could have been when I
needed to ground myself to reality
and so I thought of you.
I dreamt of the curls in your
hair as it slightly changed
colour and I thought of
your bed and the comfort
that surrounded me when I was there.
I thought of your mother, and the
anger I feel towards your father.
I thought of your laughter
and the happiness it invokes
when  I hear it.
I thought of your tears
and the sheer anguish
that follows.

Last night I cried about you.
The exact moment it happened I do not remember
but I was hit with an overwhelming
tide of emotion.
"Missing you comes in waves and
last night I felt like I was drowning".

some people never leave.
they're always inside you,
crushing your glass bones,
and setting fire to your paper heart

No one knows it better than her;
at least that was what I know.
I like to say I know her.
I saw it; how her lips curve,
how her crooked teeth show.
I like to say I know her better than anyone.
I witnessed it;
how her eyes shine
like the rays of sun hitting her face.
I like to say I knew her deeply.
But I don’t;
as the sun hits the horizon.
I’ll never.
The dusk is filling my lungs.
No one will ever.
I know, trust me.
I did.