The  tenderness of your words melded into my mind,

-I could pinky-swear that I heard jigsaw puzzle pieces fitting,
a rusty key into that untouched lock clicking softly.-

And frankly, I wish to think of it all over again, just like that first time.

Through space & time,
Day & night,
From the past to the future,
There were we --
Lasting love of different generations

Time Travelers, although not by the physical form --
But our love,
Our love which flourished in different timelines,
Generations, people & now it has come to us.
There will always be us, no matter what the era will be.
There will always be us, until the end of time.

I'll love you forever
And I know that sounds foolish
I am just eighteen
I have no concept of time
What do I know about forever?
I'll love you forever
Even though, truthfully,
Forever scares me more than anything
And oblivion is terrifying
But doesn't fear teach you courage?
I'll love you forever
Even though I am young
And still have my life to live
This journey I'm on, I need to believe
You are part of me, aren't you?
I'll love you forever
Because you ignite my bones
And you allow my soul to shine brighter than every star in the galaxy
Isn't that the greatest kind of love?

His hair: as black as charcoal
The kind that would leave a stain
On your fingertips
When you run them through each strand

His eyes: as dark as the forest
The kind that you would get lost in
But their mystery
Would make you never want to leave

His lips: as pink as cherry blossom trees
The kind that would leave a mark
Of possession on your skin
And would only exhale languages of beauty and love

His fingers: perfectly-shaped like candles
The kind that would light a fire
Inside of your heart
As he slowly makes circles around your chest

His skin: as pale as the clouds above
Yet, the kind that would electrify your body
From the slightest brush
To the most intimate touch of passion and love

Him: the most precious work of art
The kind that makes you feel everything
All at once;
My own shot of euphoria and bliss,
Simply the most breathtaking masterpiece

"Why should I care
About the moon?
It is merely a rock
Illuminated by the sun."

"Ah, then
Why do you care
About him?
He's merely a broken human
Pieced together by your mind."

Missing him is like looking out the window and realizing it's been raining for three days straight. Moments pass by so fast that you forget they even existed. The raindrops are so thick that the faces in front of you are blurred and you start to drown in the feeling that you get when you see him. The feeling that you get when she wears his sweater and when the air wreaks of the cologne on his neck. You try to avoid the wind that carries his voice around your ears but sometimes you hear it even when he isn't around. It isn't fair that he got to walk away dry and you're still drenched in the mess he made of you.

By Chloe Elizabeth

i like the way
he smokes his cigarettes,
a puff of smoke
coming out of
his curved lips,
lips that
give me a wicked
smile before
walking away
without a word,
and i am left once
again, imagining
of seeing him again,
and gathering some
courage to tell him
everything,
but that courage
disappears everytime
he appears in front
of me, with another
lit cigarette, and
another wicked smile.