You're the hurricane
Swirling through my brain,
Your words are the lightning,
And my tears are the rain.

Nothing will make up for
The scars and the pain;
The suffering and tears,
And cursing your name.

I feel so depressed;
So upset and ashamed,
My world without you
Will never be the same.

Am I making sense
Or am I insane?
You are an anchor,
And my love for you is the chain.

I'm stuck on you,
Though you are the one to blame,
I got so hurt,
Yet you remained the same.

I'm drowning in my love for you,
Or is it hate that I now show?
After all that you've done to me,
I love you, but want you to explode.

"Good morning handsome."
(God I love waking up to your face.)
"How did you sleep last night?"
(Your breath over Skype was my lullaby.)
"What are you up to today?"
(I wish I could be there.)
"I'm so happy you get to catch up with them!"
(I want to be the one making you smile.)
"I'm so sorry your day took a bad turn."
(I wish I could run my fingers through your hair and make you feel alright again.)
"Oh I just went to class all day."
(I miss you.)
"Yeah my test went alright."
(I miss you so bad.)
"Nothing's on my mind I'm just tired."
(I want your hands all over my body.)
"I'm not sure what I'm doing tonight."
(Sometimes I pull your sweatshirt over my head and breathe you in.)
"I might study."
(I just want to lay in your arms.)
"Or maybe I will watch a movie with the girls."
(Why are you so far away?)
"Have a good shower handsome."
(Take me with you.)
"Sounds good, talk to me later."
(Why does later always take such a long time to get here?)
"Yeah. I miss you too."
*(More than you will ever know.)

we are a love letter;
our initials watermarked,
on top of the page,
in permanent markers.
your laughs embedded,
on to my jagged lines.

      we are a love letter;
      forever, you are mine.
      inked memories stay here.
      bits and pieces of everything,
      accidental splotches of that,
      morning tea.
      your cologne wafting on to,
      my papery-naked skin.

            we are a love letter;
            strings tugging within.
            our fingerprints resting,
            on every angle,
            tracing constant patterns,
            drawing battles we endured.
            slipped in a crimson envelope,
            taste of the glue that binds us,
            coating our DNA together,
            in wax seals forever.

                                   we will always be a love letter.