that's the problem
with life; i want to
know it all
but i can't be bothered to
*learn it all

seeing you now
but not kissing
you is like
looking at a
word, but not
reading it. it
makes me feel
empty, and desolate
inside, kinda achy
almost nostalgic but
still shaking silently
from the last
time that you
dragged your fingers
across my chest
and told me
that you loved
me, ******* i
said but you
kissed me so
hard that i
believed for that
moment that you
did.

and i was
wrong.
so wrong, how
niave i was.
stumbling blindly towards
you, the only
light in my
darkness. look what
you've done to
me
so don't tell
me that i
didn't try my
hardest
because
**i did okay?

alabaster smiles
winking eyes
porcelaine facades
in the shadowy
parking lot

come to me
in the darkness
of the night-time
and fall
in love again

we will fall
in love
with each other
over and over

crazy, huh?
who'd have thought
that a loser like me
could get someone
**like you?

homesickness.
hits you like a bullet
right in the gut;
four-eighty three mph

heart-break.
hits you like a tidal wave
drowning out everything;
thirty foot walls of watery pain

nostalgia.
plays on your mind
plaguing you with the regret
of not living each day as if it were your last

*and it could be,
would be
if you're not as careful
as you say you are

looking at the sky this evening,
i am reminded of the colours inside
your eyes that i suffocated and
drowned in when i saw you
for that first time

memories of our time together
play on the walls with a shimmering
vibrancy, like turning kaleidoscopes
twisting slowly, full of colour in the dim light
falling on us