Will you still want me
After I kiss the haze of cigarettes off your skin
Will you still think I'm pretty
When I show you the scripture of  my sins
Will you still like me
If I give you what you've wanted for so long
I hate that still, I dance to this ancient song

and
I
was
almost back
to being
my normal self

they say sad tears and happy tears are molecularly different

am i molecularly different, now that i cry tears of sadness?

did your leaving me change what i am made of?

they say we are made of stardust and other borrowed things

so that means you changed the make up of the stars when you left me,

and you changed a small part of the universe too.

sometimes i hope you feel the same
and I'm not writing about love in vain
do you feel as deeply as i do?
i suppose if you did i'd still have you
do you feel love, happiness and pain?
i suppose you do,
just not for me.
i feel like more often than not,
love is unidirectional,
and for that sadistic reason,
mine does not cease to grow for you.
most of my love,
has been  a longing
kind of love.
a lonely
kind of love.

I like getting lost with you,
in the city,
and in your words,
I like wandering streets
in hazy moonlight.
and an urban glow.
i like arriving late with you
because,
we don't care about the pub anyway
i like smiling and sipping on cheap beer
i like brushing my legs against yours,
as we laugh.
i like kissing your new lips
(lips new to me)
i like your smile,
(you smile a lot).
i like your grinning lips
and how they push through when we kiss
i like how you always manage to pull me in close
i like it when your nose
touches my nose
i like how you make me get lost
in you
and in thought
i like how i forget to breathe
when you're real close to me