My mind spelled your name
with such intimacy
that I craved for the lips
between your legs
at two o' clock in the morning,
with sweat running down my spine.

And I know that my name
orchestrates the symphony
under your sheets
whenever you're alone
on a Sunday afternoon.

I guess we can call it even.

Every time I close my eyes
It hurts a little more.

Because I know I'm one night closer
To you being gone.

Lightning split the sky in half;
it was just like us, many many months ago.
The rain was as heavy as my sweat
at the thought of having to see
your estranged face once again
at point blank range.
I saw you, and you were as beautiful
as the day I lost you.
As beautiful as this night, with a dash of thunder,
romance,
and heartache.
A minute became an hour;
and an hour became my
most prized possession.
A trophy that only I
would ever dream to have.
Then, we kissed.
A kiss that I thought we'll
never share again.
Our hearts were made whole
for a second
--only for a second.

You were brave enough
to meet me
and I was scared enough
to let you go.
And we are just mediocre people,
trying to fit each other in our mediocre lives,
full of even more mediocre people--but I'm done with all that ****.

I want you to know
that there's a room,
no,
there's a forest for you,
here, in my heart.
A place that no one else
deserves.
And you will tell me
that you don't need it.
You will tell me
that you don't care.
You will tell me
that you're not worth
all the scars and
all the wounds but,
honey,
you are.
You truly are.
And this moment will end
without you and I,
but I hope our hearts
won't forget
how we melted
at each other's sight,
on each other's arms,
under this gloomy,
lovely,
bittersweet night.