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I can't shake the memory of you or
remembering the feel of that cold black leather couch
on my back
or your breath on my neck
asking questions I didn't have the answers to
Shh.
our friends are asleep
Shh.
bits & pieces**
that I remember
are just so alluring
I can't seem to let go
what about the other pieces
are they...
just as sweet?
or will shards of a broken bottle
scar me once more
you left just as quickly as you had come
but you still kissed me goodbye
you told me what my name was, and the town I lived in
like you cared or something
you didn't want to forget me,
or something..
I didn't even know you
but I loved [what] you [gave me]
that one night.
you said that you wanted to see me again,
that you weren't going to forget
but I'm the one who can't seem to shake you
a kiss at 6am is just as deadly as the one at 2am
two kisses was all it took, to permeate yourself into my heart
now you'll always be that boy
from that town, just out of my reach
who gave me, in one night,
what some girls crave for a lifetime
my love~
just had to get this down, it's been eating at me
Just when I thought I'd forgotten how to feel
You jumped into my life
no, you took a swan dive into the deep end
You've taken me places I've never seen before
like the back roads of this town
or the bridge you used to jump off during the summer.
I've learned things about myself, that I never knew
until I met you
she wasn't thinking straight; her thoughts flowing with images of you*

a drive to the ocean on a day too cold for beach-going, you two still walked the sand
there was talk about things neither of you really cared about
but it was too soon for the conversations about things you did
or that night in the in the field, while your friends searched the sky for shooting stars
she was busy searching your eyes, her own set of stars.
you never noticed how much she cared
i'll tell you things about myself
that don't really matter and
you'll tell me things about yourself
that I already know
because what really matters is
what doesn't at all
show me who you are, every nook and cranny
but wait,
don't take your pants off just yet.
I want to strip you
of your fears
and your worries
and your doubts
until all that's left are the bones that comprise your being
and the networks of dreams and ambitions
that run through your very core
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