There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping ,
i live alone

You're a constant reminder that poetry can't fix everything.

Crammed years into nights,
Spoke of lives lived in between,
Like crimes to confess.

My heart longs for you
My lips miss your taste
My soul aches for you

I gaze upon your face
I try not to stare
But your beauty entrances me

Your touch
Your laugh
Your eyes

I miss you
I want you

You will never be mine