"I don't like it when beautiful things go away."
I will never forget the way your eyes looked, grazing over every inch of me, stopping at my eyes,
That blue hit me like ice,
But I still felt warm.
I will shake hands with strangers,
and think nothing of it.
Yet when your fingertips brush the softest places on my neck,
I wonder if I really have ever touched anyone at all.
I will look into hundreds of eyes on any given day.
Watch words pour from many different mouths.
None as magnetic as yours.
"You make it so hard to want to leave."
I have never driven home with every single human piece of me feeling like a live wire.
Never, have I felt someone light something so small,
To have it burn through my body like wildfire.
I'm afraid I never will again.