Tell me.
Are they real?
The words written on your tongue.
The shivers sent up my arm by your hand.
The dark oasis of your eyes.
A year ago I was young.
Fresh.
Fragile.
Naive.
Now I bathe in lost love and broken words,
Promises meaning so little,
Cheap thrills composed of immature emotion.
Wanting a story just to feel special.
Your ghost lingers in my mind
Shapeshifting.
Wishing my heart had beat.
Reminiscing for unheard footsteps.
Unfelt touches.
Unsaid words.
Fabricating memories.
Let me see you.
Help my heart beat.
Make our touches tactile.
Bring forth the words from my lips with yours.
And teach me how to love.
And if you could,
Teach me how to be loved.