Sometimes I see you, in the swirls of my cigarette smoke. Hair pinned back, effortlessly beautiful. I'd break my arms to hold you again, and drowned in your blue eyes one last time.

Do you remember the first night we met?
Young and awkward, I remember the very second you entered the room. It was like the breath was pulled right from my lungs as I caught your eyes. You were smiling and completely oblivious that I even existed. What I would give to be frozen in that moment again, lost inside my own body. I was so full of life and hope, wondering if there was some way to make you mine.

After I finally had you, I pushed you away and it happened.
I don't want to remember the day you fell out of love with me, because to me that day didn't happen and it never will.
I still stay up all night hoping to not fall asleep, knowing as soon as I do I'll see your face. Knowing I'll fall right back in love.