Love feels like every beautifully crafted cinematic moment, like riding in the passenger seat with the windows down,
my hair blowing in the wind as we cruise down the highway.
Love feels like war, defeat, and an unfillable void.
To some, it’s swallowed screams,
searching for them in crowded rooms.
It’s passionate, complex, raw, and beautifully painful.
It’s to be seen and to be heard,
to harvest and embrace the chaos.

My accomplishments don’t appease you.
My absence goes unnoticed.
The light I shone only dimmed
because theirs burned brighter.
My flight is ready to depart.
We’re two weeks and two states apart.
Just two weeks, you said, and then you fled,
leaving that eight-year-old little girl at the airport to put a new family ahead.

So much was said in the unsaid
We spoke in static
Nothing moved but us
Letters never sent
My memory erased the words you never meant and those moments spent

Heart race at an unsteady pace
Freckles dance across her face
Honey golden hair bathed in sunlight
Rare beauty beyond compare
At a distance I stare
At a woman who wouldn't dare search for me
In crowded rooms

Your touch etched beneath my heart
Sore and gruesome
Unforgettable hurt
Wounded thoughtlessly
Taunted by the absence that haunts me boundlessly
Suffocated by the depths of you
Captured by the heartache you burdened through me too