What is this love thing everyone writes about? Is it that loud noise in my cells that keep me awake during the suns travel during the night?
If I may propose this to you? Maybe its the look in your infinite eyes while you look away with your mouth slacked. Or maybe the way the skin on your fingers rub against mine. Maybe its the fragments and the friction that keep me awake during the day. Maybe its the way your tongue taste or the way the moon lights up your silhouette shadow on my side of the side walk. Or maybe the oils in your hair or maybe the layers in your fingernails. Is it the length of your toes and the shape of your laugh, is it the depth of your mind and every bit of syllable that your heart speaks to me.

Is it the pain I feel during Long nights where I consumed much more than I could possibly hold
Was it the rumble in my room when you told me that you could no longer stay by my side
Or the smirk that stood on my face the rest of the night
The one I gave just to try sustain all the tears
But somehow they rolled off my cheeks and fogged up my glasses
As I said my goodbyes to the life that we won't spend together
Its the darkness that now devours my room
My 15 hours of sleep
Its my 4th shot of whiskey
Or the bags under my eyes
But now everyday I slowly become a part of your yesterday
While you are stuck in my today and my tomorrow
I'm pinning for her
Why yes the person underneath dies by the wayside

'In the absence of your love & in the absence of human touch, I have decided I'm throwing my arms around Paris because only stone and steel accept my love'