I’m falling for you again,
even though you’re miles away,
and I have no idea who’s lying beside you
when the night wraps its arms around you.
But memory, sharp and clear,
still recalls the way your hand
used to rest on my stomach
so gentle, so sure,
like it belonged there.
I’m falling for you,
for something I don’t even know anymore.
I’m falling for a version of you
that’s never coming back.
A memory that keeps pulling me under,
even though I know
it’s a love that ended
before it really began.

I’m falling for the absence of you,
for the space between us
that stretches farther every day,
but still feels too close some nights.
I’m falling for what we had,
or maybe what we never had,
but could have had,
if only the timing was different,
if only we had been who we needed to be.

I’m falling for a memory
that’s beginning to blur,
a love I’m still holding onto,
even though I know it’s fading.
But I can’t let go
not yet, not when it still feels like you’re here.
And maybe, just maybe,
I’m falling for the idea
of what we could’ve been,
even if that idea is all that’s left.

The taste of your touch lingers
On the contours of my body
Ripples of a dream swirl through
My vision's like raindrops entering puddles
Only if they knew how your presence intoxicates me
Looking sober to the spectators in the distances
Never let the honeymoon feelings fade
Only playing the fool for you

I had a dream,
Where I flew,
And I kissed the moon.
But you were the moon,
I flew to and kissed,
You.

I still see you in my dreams sometimes, like echoes in my head of something familiar.
paper was my new best friend, it listened as i laced my words with pain and beauty, heartbreak and desire.
'we still could be' was the last thing you said before I walked away.
(that's right, i walked away this time)
I knew the what the words you said meant. the silent question mark lingering in the air.
but I couldn't bring myself to answer.... not then.... so I'll answer now.
I could love you till the sun stop's shinning and the moon stop's rising. but the truth to us is we were never meant to last that long.
we were stubborn and messy, young and reckless.
but I can still miss you, dream and write about you.
but when you said 'we still could be' somewhere deep in my heart  knew, and answered for me.

It is still so new,

I'm disconcerted, sitting --


here waiting for you.

Dream Kiss girl
Showed up on my vacation,
A lovely dream as usual
With customary excitation,
The details are secret
But her presence was refined,
My dream-self stated
I'm glad I haven't dined.

Sure, she was illusory
Flickering in and out,
In a dream world that is expected
It is nothing to be mad about,
And like any good fantasy
One must appreciate the incremental,
Dreams of this nature
Are way beyond incidental.

Considering my location
This may have been,
That Venezuelan Barista
Visiting again,
But this time in spirit
Ephemeral and pure,
And whatever is ailing me
I think she is the cure.

We had a romp of sorts
That I may not reveal,
And for a dream girl babe
She is the real deal,
No photographs exist
She has no telephone,
Her appearances are unpredictable
Her whereabouts unknown.

I overslept again today.
Terrified of living life.

Too afraid.
To chase the sun.

I wish on the stars.
To play their part.

Wondering if I will ever be,
Good enough?

To live the life I've always dreamed.
Instead of falling fast asleep.

There's no room for me to breathe.
Suffocating and sabotaging.

The life I want for the life I don't.
Wasting away another day.

Running on empty.
Will it always be this way?

Instead I'll fall fast asleep.
Dreaming of what my life could be.