I used to look  for you in everyone
And in every crowd
Relentlessly, quietly...

Now I savengely, frantically run in the opposite direction of anyone with blue eyes or pretty words
Because I don't think I can handle
A ghost of you
Creeping your way back
Underneath my skin

As much as you love to get lost in a good book,
I was the only novel you didn't finish.
Your bookmark is still between my pages...

Tearing love out of someone's chest
Is
When it isn't returned

My body is freezing
And I fear starting a fire
For I may let it consume me

The winters been so long
That I forget things bloom
When spring quietly returns
I've been without love so long
That I don't recognize it
When it quietly returns
And begins to bloom too

I may not be able to read your mind
But I can read your body like Braille

I lost the moon while counting the stars in your eyes.