When we joked and laughed together
    wasn't it so lovely to feel
When we tried new things together
    wasn't it so lovely to feel
When we explored every inch of each other
    wasn't it so lovely to feel
When we kissed, and every fibre of my being pulsated towards you
    man yeah that was so lovely to feel
When you were deep inside of me
    well, perhaps that was the loveliest I've ever felt
Even though it was only for a short time
Maybe that makes it all the more lovelier
Now I'm all alone again
Even the possibility of losing you on some social network
Sends a strike of panic within me
The pain can still swell inside of me
But it is still, lovely to feel
Because at least I know, it was real

I love the way your lower front teeth form a perfect curve
Like a smile within a smile
No longer being together and reminiscing on all that's lovely about you
Is sometimes self destructive
And makes it hard to imagine holding anyone else to the same standard
But actually it doesn't need to be a bad thing
If I know I can love everything about a person
Even an American accent
Then I can start to do the same for myself
And love my own quirks and peculiarities
Feed my own ego
And love myself
Just as I love you

I envy your self-love, your ability to know that everything right now is how it is supposed to be
When you think of me, you think of good times and happy memories
When I think of you, I too cherish the times we spent together
But I'm also reminded of how lonely my life has now become
The substance in your life makes it so effortless for you to move on
Substance that I, myself, lack
And it makes me wonder
Am I really in love with you
Or do I just want you to make me feel whole.

I am raw, plucked
bare and overexposed;
ashamed of my emotions and
too vulnerable, too fragile
I am not threatened but I do not
feel safe, I ache to hide but where can
I hide from my own mind? I need
time to decay my histrionics and my
need for affection so that it never
resurfaces again, so that I never
resurface again -- I am drowned in
something benign but chaotic, replicating
it's mutation endlessly, perpetually, until
I cannot breathe because I am overexposed --
bare and
plucked raw.