I can still feel the way your eyes burnt into me.
the way your lips traced every curve of my body.
the way you held me.
I can still feel you, and your presence
but to you I'm a stranger, and nothing more than that.
a stranger that once kissed you with ever ounce of passion they had.
a stranger that spent hours, days, months, years even, studying ever scar, ever mark, every way your body moved.
but of course, strangers do that.
I'm just the stranger that walks around with your deepest secrets.

I made a playlist for you once,
made of all the memories you have poured into me.
you've heard it before, not knowing it was made of my love for you.
the songs I sing to you, the words I quote to you, they all come from this simple playlist
consisted of the sparks you've ignited in me.

sometimes I think of the days we sat on my front porch to watch the sunset.
I think of the days you cried in my mothers arms
the days we drank coffee and sat in my backyard
I think of these days and a certain kind of pain arises in me.
a sort of longing pain, a longing for what you once were.
a pain for the person that befriended me at my lowest and healed me to my best.
but no matter the pain, I will never long for what we once had.
I long for you.
not for us.

I long to get lost in the constellations in your eyes
let me drown away my sorrows in the Milky Way.
for once I'm in those beautiful constellations,
I get lost in you.
all because of star gazing into those breathtaking eyes.

I laid there, looking at the slight lines in the star speckled sky where we traced out the constellations of our love wishing I could remember the day you left
the day I find vague and forgotten in the thin lines of time dotted with my tears.
the days we sat in my car and sang seems dark, contrasting to the bright memories of you.
I long to remember the day you left me, stranded in the stars
but as I sit at the bottom of this bottle I find it hard to remember a thing

your love in my eyes is like rain on a summers day
like music that leaves a tingle in your spine
like the smell of fresh baked cookies on a january afternoon
like pinky promises in dimly lit rooms
like secret kisses stolen in the dark
your love, in my eyes is all i need to become mesmerized by you
your love, fills my every decision and brings me home each day
so i’m sorry if the way i cling to you is to much
but in my eyes, your love is all i need, and all i could ever want
so please for the love of god. let me stay

The day before last I dreamt of you.
My hands in your hair while a movie played.
I realized It was a dream when I woke up,
And realized youd never want me.