Can we still salvage this kiss
from over seven-thousand
miles away?
Were our lips destined to repel
like the north and south pole?
Or will they find a way
like a heart to a soul?
What were we thinking
when we never said goodbye?
what were we thinking
when we ripped our souls apart?
Can we still salvage this kiss,
as damaged as we are?

So you say that you know her,
Roll her sleeves up,
Tell me why are
Those scars there
Look into her eyes,
Tell me why  are they
so sad,
You say you love her,
Then why she cries at night,
So next time don’t ever
Dare to say
You know her,
You don’t,
You just recognize her,
And there is a difference
No?

i just want you back,
i miss you so much
and i miss how you kissed my neck
and i miss your touch.

now tears are streaming down my face,
the pain is unbearable
and i know you wanted space,
but without you everything is terrible.

i just want these feelings to stop.
i remember you walking down the street,
wearing your favorite tank-top.
i remember your heartbeat.

how it beat so fast around me
like i was your number one
but now you don’t surround me
and we‘re done.

I am cursed.I don't know how much sorrow I can  take.Hold me until I'm gone,until I leave my last breath.
Our hands always entwined and never apart.Our hearts exposed and our palms travelling through our soft breathings.Feel the sensations we carry.
No,it's not arousal.If it was arousal then there wouldn't carry any sympathy or even pity.I'm begging for several nights.I'm on my knees and waiting for your sweet embrace.
Your touch makes my eyes water and my mind ready to explode from it's many conspirancies. Conspirancies about love.Conspiracies about the future.
Oh how beautiful the wonders you have made.How pure thee are.
Thus,I'm building up myself.I'm preparing myself in order to face you.Face that unexpected comfort of yours.Face the rehabilitation of our romance.
Oh how many generations have been wasted.How much love has been gone through the ages.Through the stages of love.
Thus I'm still begging and crying and mumbling sweet nothings.But my words are filled with air and they can't fix what's broken.
And in the end I'm still on my kness,staring at the nightsky,eyes wet,voice sore from screaming,hands ****** from  open wounds,and soul ready to fade from what is gone.

love loses
and slowly, sparsely
it’s fading away from me how it feels to
be shot?
to be burrowed into the night’s portal of regret and despair and urge to escape.
and to write even,
and to see life pass by with a name intertwining each of its pieces.

in whole all I can say is maybe it isn’t so extreme but
when the heart aches it is drowned down below you and drips out salt from your eyes until the cries can’t go unnoticed ;
it’s challenging to sleep.

on the other hand for now my sleep is whole and I dream often