Cloudy skies.
Dark sheets.
A smile.
Warmth.
A kiss,
Another.
A reason to exist.
Lover.
Beautiful.
Bright.
Kind and gentle.
Someone to talk to.
Someone to hold on to.
The person I feel most happy with.
Crank up the music,
Dance in our underwear,
Drink red wine,
and call it a night.
Walk around town,
looking up,
at the buildings.
A hand to hold.
Steps to pace.
A shoulder to lean on.
Thrill,
and excitement.
Someone different.
Someone better.
The one.

I suppose none of that matters now.
Cause all you are is
                              gone.

Who knew
  That someone could make
Me
  Feel this way?
A churning in my stomach like before you
Throw up.
Spew.
  You can't help it.
It's not y o u r fault.
But why do you make
  The blood rush to my cheeks?
Warm,
Deep,
Red with feelings that are
  Too difficult to describe.
Too much context.
  Too much explanation.
Otherwise,
I just look the fool.
And,
I can't
Ever get the right words out
   When you're around.
Could I speak my mind?
And let you know how I really feel?
  If I could think straight.

I don't think I've ever felt this way.
Sometimes I thought it,
But I was wrong.

No,
I have never
Felt this way.
Until now.

Who knew
I could hate someone
With all of my heart?