Oh the hours I’ve spent Reliving the pictures of us I held in my mind and in my hands
I’d look so carefully Study our smiles Your eyes, My eyes Every freckle and lash
Looking for that offending something That doomed us to fail
At work I’ve been helpless Gazing out the window Dreamily Heart and mind far away Wandering with you. ‘Oh that’s a girl in love’ The old lady said As she chuckled and shuffled out the door My cheeks reddening.
What do I make of it all I had so much questions and doubt. Why do I only grow in more love for you The longer we are apart Why won’t it fade Like everything else?
How can I still want you this much When I know so strongly we are wrong Why can’t I even use This violent imagination To even imagine myself with someone new?
Everyday is worse Than the one before it My calling reaching deafening pitch Ma coeur ma coeur Come home.
I’m still so in love with you.
I want to throw my arms around you Bury my face in your neck Breathe you in Oh how I crave you Kiss every inch of you Tracing the lines of you Painting you with my fingers Feel drums deep in your chest, Under my hands Your laugh like sun bursting From behind clouds And how you’d look at me Holding my face so gently Fires in your eyes Fierce and gentle at the same time The crooked smile The nervous hands Asking, never taking Oh how I want you.
I live for your words An addict I’ve become Counting the minutes between Each contact. Each word. I imagine how you’d say them The shape of your lips Your summer eyes Changing and folding With the seasons of your sentences If words were water My darling, Let it pour.
I’m still so in love with you
The missing is unbearable Desperate and hollow I’ve become Your ghost A spectre to follow your bright futures I never wanted to be a shadow. I am becoming yours.
I’m still so in love with you
And for that reason I can’t have you. For I left you to force you forward So how can I justify Taking you back Even if it is Into my begging arms.
If you were here right now I would not be able to keep my hands from you. I want you in every way I can. I crave you. I miss you. I friken miss you. You said you were coming and all my thoughts have been consumed by the elated and relieved echo ‘He’s coming! Our heart is coming! Everything will be ok, he’ll be here soon!’. And I cannot get a hold of myself and be sensible. I have a month to put the fire out.