I'm still in love with a girl I used to know. The one I would wake up and see everyday. She was so cool, and hilarious.
She loved having one hand on the wheel while the other held a cigarette.

She wasn't afraid of anything, or expressing herself which she did through pixie cuts and hair dye.

It's just hair, it'll grow back. she would laugh when people would look at her with wide eyes.

Men loved her. You could see it in their face, when they stared as she spoke, and tried to figure out where this girl came from.
Everywhere she went, she left her mark.

She isn't so easy to find anymore.
She let the world get in.
But sometimes I still see her with one hand on the wheel, a smoke in the other;
chasing the sun.

Push me up against the wall
and give me your drunken lips.
I miss the alcohol on his breath.
I can get wasted off you.

Remember the long, hot afternoons,
that turned into endless nights.
Hazy from the *****, and the taste of your lips.
You are so funny.
And you thought I was too.
Something about you..
something makes me feel dangerous.
If we got drinks, I'd be scared that I would flirt.
That you would flirt back.
And what would I even do if you tried to kiss me?
Watching a sunset, when the wind is warm brings me back to you.

I have been wanting to go see a psychic for awhile now.
I have a lot of questions, ones that I have spent years searching for answers.
And, I believe in the universe. So far.
And you must too.
How else do you explain us, except that the stars aligned perfectly.

Recently I have found myself having trouble writing.
And feeling pleased with the outcome.

Someone told me to write what I believe is true, not what I want to hear.

Well I have been writing about you, mostly.
For years now.
And none of it was true.
But it was definitely what I wanted to hear.. from you.

So what do I believe is true?

...

So I'm trying to come to terms with the fact that, I'm not over you.
Still. Ah. Three years.
Some times are better than others.
I hope that one day I can hear your name, and not look up.
See your face in a picture and not stare at your smile for too long.

I don't know where, and I don't know
when.

But, it's okay. I'm okay. I'll always be okay. Even if I never stop loving you.