Sometimes at night,
I dream of the moments where you kissed my neck,
and whispered sweet things in my ear between breaths.
I guess I fell in love with the way you said my name.
Or maybe it was the way the whole galaxy was in your eyes.
The soft touch of your fingertips on my thigh,
I can still feel the ghostly feeling of you standing in front of me.
I always watch how your mouth moves when you talk.
Or how your eyes crinkle when you smile slowly.
You're simply breathtaking,
And I, am in love with you.

No one ever truly means to fall in love.
I looked over at you, interacting with all the people.
I wasn't one to fall in love.
You were like a cold, dark summer night.
After a rain storm.
And one day, the rain made your eyes lucid and full of stories I'd never heard before.
That's when I knew.
Sometimes I ask myself if it's worth all the pain, tears, and fights.
Then I remember that I will never stop losing my breath every time I see you staring back at me.
Or when you look down at me and just stare at my lips. You lift me off my feet like a feather on a bird taking off for flight.
But, that's what you do.
You make me fly.
I grow wings, and you are the only one that can show me how to fly.
If you're a bird, I'm a bird
Right?
The first time you told me you loved me, I could've sworn my lungs stopped working for a second.
I remember I smiled so big the world was only turning for
me and you.
That's how I'll always remember us,
I was a bird,
I could fly on my own, I had the power to fly away.
But I wanted to stay close to home.
You were home.
You were a bee.
You had that sting that felt like a pinch.
But, you were as sweet as honey.
And I loved that.
You were perfect.
We were perfect.
And that's my favorite thing to think about.

"Fix me?"
Tip toe around my heart fore it is broken,
Carefully stitch with gentle warm hands,
Since the only thing I've felt in these past months is coldness,
Make sure your hand doesn't shake as you sew me whole,
Make sure my ribs are taped up nice so they heal correctly,
Don't let them bend and break again,
Wash my blood of his adrenaline, make it pure again,
Shove me in a shower to wash away his scent and memories,
Give me new clothes since mine are laced with his tears, kisses, and anger.
Cuddle me as I have a dream of our nights together,
Hold me down and cover my mouth as I scream his name,
begging for him to come back,
Hold my hair as I puke up the pills I took to ease his name from my mind,
Slam my body against the floor when I drink all the whiskey,
and smoke all the cigs to erase this ghostly feeling of his hands on my thigh,
As I ask if this is okay,
you move your hand over mine, look me in my eyes and say;
"What are best friends for?"

It was the first time you'd looked me in the eyes.
You said, "I love you to death."
But I knew you were truly just
An empty glass.
You said, "I can't feel. I've been hurt too much."
But how could you leave,
and not come back?
For now, I am empty too.
You were the empty glass,
I tried to fill.
Instead, I was drained too.