It’s funny how I want to tell you everything,
and even funnier how many times i’ve tried to
only to realize you aren’t there to tell.

I want to tell you how hard it rained two days ago.
It rained so hard I think it washed away
a little more than my mascara.
I want to tell you that I was so high when you left
I don’t know if I said goodbye.

I want to tell you goodnight at 4am
and good morning an hour later.
I want to tell you that every time I wear that skirt
I was wearing when we met
I think of how much I liked the feeling of your hand on my thigh.

I know you aren’t here
but I want to tell you anyway
Telling you wouldn’t make you love me
but I want to tell you anyway
You are doing more important things than wondering
if our bodies would fit together
but I want to write this anyway.

It's 12:25 in the early morning,
The stars are majestically prancing around in the heavenly sky.
Never was there a gigantic, obese sign forewarning,
Attempting to grab my attention seeking eyes.
Screaming and shouting, "He's just a beautiful boy with a devil heart."
Would a young, innocent soul have the conscientious mind to spot such a simple flaw?
Maybe, if I wouldn't have been so knee deep in trying to restart,
I may not have ever let your rough, graceful hands unclip my bra.
It's now 12:39 and I'm slowly remembering how to forget you,
All I can slightly acknowledge is scratching your bare back and moaning your aesthetically crafted name.
Don't ask me to bid you adieu,
Because I only have my wondering heart to blame.

Dark, grey clouds loomed over the world, forcefully covering the sun and blue sky.
In a matter of seconds, the once warm afternoon turned into a cold and gloomy day.
The growling thunder in the distance gave out a faint warning.
Soon after, droplets of rain came pouring down, cooling the dryness of the world.
The passing cold wind made the overlooked warmth missed.
But the smell of wet earth was refreshing and nostalgic, and the sound of raindrops and water splashing were melodious.
The chilliness and cold air were friendly and welcoming somehow.

Grey, to me, was beautiful today.

If he had loved me,
      Maybe I could feel him now,
                    Or maybe not.

It was another time
Where she was younger
She was smaller
She was crooked
And quaint
She was blond
She was cute
She was tanned
And smiley
She didn't know what her future looked like
Well it's funny how time passing changes everything
Cause I'm standing in the mirror staring at that far off future she didn't know and I'm wondering if she'd like it

I regret every second I am asleep because nothing hurts more then waking up to find out it was all a lie.
You are not mine.
You don't love me.
It's not three in the morning, you're not asleep beside me with one hand on my chest sending chills of fire straight through every bone, every vein, every single cell of this wretched body.
I am not sober, hearing your voice tell me that you could gaze into my eyes forever, thinking about how badly I want your soal to coexist with mine for the rest of time.
Your breath may not be mine but my thoughts are all yours.
Your touch may not be mine but my memories are all yours.
My infatuation is all yours.
My love is all yours.
My insomnia is all yours.

And here I go again; losing sleep because of you. Thinking about what we once were and what we could have been. Why can't I just get you out of my head?

All I remember as my fingers
Trail memories of you
Across the keys,
Is the way your hands
Traced melodies into my spine,
Playing me like a
Concerto in A minor.

Longing for just one more day
Longing for a simple delay
I don't want to leave but i can't overstay

Longing for something far away
Longing for a full replay
Longing to be back
**Please point the way

There are moments when I cling to you
Like a cotton shirt clings in a downpour
I hold fast to those infinite moments
And try to make the feeling stick

But we cut the cord, you and I
There are whole years between us now
I don't know why my mind still calls to you
When I know you won't come back

I think I must be mourning the cusp
Those days we teetered on the edge
Claustrophobic, coming clean
And begging the future to come meet us

Only two faces spell out fear to me
And I have to cast yours out
I can't keep waiting for the fallout
Of a bomb that never woke

Our infinity was only smoke