I remember the first time
Our skin touched

It was a 6th-grade English class
I leaned back on you
My arm brushed against your leg
And my body felt on fire
I crave the warmth from which you gave me
At first, I didn't realise it was love
I needed more
You are my addiction
As the years flew past
I took every opportunity I could
To see your skin
I've seen your ups and your downs
and I've never seen an ugly side
I've seen you beat yourself for being not perfect
But if you could see yourself the way I do
You would never worry again
I have felt the fire of your skin since then
So many times and I loved every moment
When I fell asleep on your shoulder
When I grabbed your arm
When I put my hand on yours

I remember the last time we touched
You ruffled my hair
and I longed for more

I'll remember the time,
When your words and smile,
Made me new.

It makes my chest sink,
In agony of what could have been.
A love I wanted to give,
That fell, pointlessly.

I still fell for her,
Even when she told me not to.

I'll remember the time,
When the words that escaped my lips,
felt like the perfect me.
Now only letters remind me of her voice,
Poetry for me.

When every word I used was for her,
And they ran out.
A drift of space,
A burning drought.

I'll remember the time,
When I told myself to stop writing about you.

I wanted it to work so bad...
And you wanted my last name.
It seemed like a perfect ended being set up for failure with me to blame.
Oh my god but you were sweet, so gentle and so thoughtful.
How could I hurt you and your rosy cheeks, now my life’s story feels like a plot hole.
I keep writhing in pain and fear of regret.
Your curly dark hair darkens what reflects.
When I look at my self,
I see what I did to you,
How I put hope in your crying eyes.
There was so much I wanted to do with you,
But I couldn’t go on, I couldn’t keep holding you and surrounding us in lies.
Your glistening blue eyes that pulled me in won’t lose their glow so fast.
You’ll be pulled in like the rest into the great wonders of my dreamscape mess.
I hate that I’m saying this again, but...

Please don’t hate me,
Please remember me.
I will remember you.

The door slammed.

The heavy air about
Serves to remind me
Of how I have been hurt
By those there to heal
Of how I have bleed
From cuts that will scar
Of how I was crushed
And will never be the same

You know it is there,
Yet you push it away
To make a better image
Of what truly took place
When the door slammed
To shake the house.
All that you care of
Is how the others see
And what thoughts will form
When they see our faces

But oh! How I wish
That one day courage
Will overtake the heart
That beats in my mind.
When victory will be given
To those who were ignored.
The ones who felt the house shake
Yes, those in the shadows
Who need it the most

Until then I wait
Enduring pain after pain
For I have no power
To end my suffering.
Though I wish it was over,
My selfish end will never come.
Maybe someone needs me;
I wait and see the day,
But until then I remember how

The door slammed.