Here's another night
Where my thoughts drift to you
You told me, leave, move on, let it go
I've tried I swear
I've tried to trash what I felt
I've tried to destroy the love
But love can't be destroyed
I've tried to use and abuse other peoples love
So I could make up for your love
But it isn't the same
No one loved me to the elements like you did
No one wants to give me the stars like you did
I feel so empty sometimes without you
Wondering if you think about me
Even though I know you've forgotten about me
Hoping you'll read what I write
Wondering if my words will pull one of your heart's strings
****
I hate this
I can say I've never felt a love like this
To the point of desperation and humiliation
I've never felt so drawn to someone and felt like I was missing a part of myself
Like the other half of me is just lingering amongst the earth without me
Searching. . .
Looking. . .
For something or someone that isn't me. . .
**-sxmx

For me life is about moments
It's not about what will happen
It's not about what has happened
It's about what is happening

Because nothing else in the world could possibly matter more than that moment when you're with that person and you feel that way and you're just hoping nothing can ruin this because perfect things and moments can't be ruined because you're so happy that it's you and no one else and that you didn't know that you could ever be this happy

But

All good things must come to an end and no matter what you do, say, or feel, your moments will become feathers of nostalgia just floating around in your mind and your memory but it's okay because moments end in order for you to make more moments and make more feathers so your head will be as filled as a pillow

A pillow of memories and happiness

-sxmx

if not for love
no one would know the deep passion for another
or the uneasy yearning for another's touch or at least a passing gaze or a fleeting glimpse from another or a hope for a brushing of fingers or shoulders or a simple hello or hand gesture or the essence of their presence or the desire to just BE... with them and hold them so close that it hurts to the point of bruises and scratches and sweet moans of agony and wet strokes of angst and ripped sheets and pillows tossed upon the floor...

if not for love
no one would know

unless walls could talk...

-sxmx