I’d always been a realist with admiration for an imperfect dreamer.
A compassionate tortured soul with a dark side.
I’ve ached for the presence of his company,
He taught me how to dream….
Sweeping me off of my feet as I landed in the clouds.
You don’t realize how high up you are until you fall…
When I was with him, the night that had surrounded me for so long started to fade,
He was my light at the end of the tunnel...
We were synchronized. In perfect harmony.
Or so I thought.
Love is not a place for “I love you’s”
No matter how much you try to preserve the word, love is a game of chicken
Someone has to give in,
And all of those “I love you’s” will no longer matter.
We held our breath underwater, seeing who would be the first to give up.
We were going to drown.
He went up for air…
I never did.
Clichés and love don’t mix, like oil and water only one will always end up on top.
I was a ship lost at see and he was my lighthouse,
I found home in the creases of his arms…
I’m homesick.