Passion is simple.

Passion is tipsy talks with your best friend on a saturday night,
passion is sleepy sunday mornings waking up beside someone you care about.

Passion is spelling your name in the air with sparklers on new years,
passion is a pancake breakfast on christmas morning.

Passion is stargazing in the countryside,
passion is not really knowing much about constellations but always being able to find the big dipper no matter where in the world you are.

Passion is laughs that make you cry,
passion is crying all night until you have no more tears left.

Passion is waking up at six am to watch the sun rise,
passion is napping in the afternoon sunlight.

Passion is watching a thunderstorm on your front porch,
passion is the smell after it rains.

Passion is not knowing where you want to go but knowing you are going somewhere,
passion is simple.

"love"
"kiss"
"you"
"romance"
"heartbreak"
"passion"
"her"
there are millions of words in the english language,
thousands of them flood me with that memory of you.
Just one memory that won't go away,
haunting me with the feelings I am trying so hard to forget.

I close my eyes for a second and I am there

We are under the street light at the lord elgin hotel.
My heart is beating a million miles a minute and I cannot believe I am actually going to do it,
I am finally going to kiss you.
I reach up to caress your face and pulled it close to mine,
then I lean in and our lips touch
it is not sharp or electric how I imagined it would be.
it is soft and passionate,
quiet yet beautiful.
our lips intertwined
releasing every emotion that we had pent up for each other over the past year

I wish we could have stayed like that forever

But we finally stop and wrap each other in a loving embrace.
"I love you" I whispered
"I love you"" you say back

I blink and the memory vanishes,
leaving me breathless.
"love"
"heart"
"beautiful"
"dalliance"
"hurt"
"feelin­g"
"her"
There are millions of words in the english language,
somehow they always take me straight back to you.

Some nights I miss you more than others
tonight you are like the torrential downpour that is falling outside my window
your water droplets fill my eyes as I am overwhelmed by the power of your memory
pushing me down down down

You are an eternal damp cold that chills me to the bone and will not go away to matter how far I burry myself in my blankets

Tonight missing you comes and goes

when it is here it arrives without warning
and I am flooded with loss and a yearning for what we once had

Then at of nowhere it stops as suddenly as it started

and I am faced with the calm after the storm
damage all around me but I still manage to love the way it smells after the rain,
I always did

you've turned me into a coward
now I don't know what to do
now that I've finally met someone
who likes me the way I loved you

I thought this was over
I thought we were over
I thought I was over you
Now it's one year later and my heart still beats hardest for you
Maybe it's a song
Or a single photograph
That reminds me I'm just not quite over you

There is a tightness
clawing inside of my chest.
I guess I miss you.