You drive each sense wild.
Touching you
Seeing you
Hearing you
Smelling you
Tasting you...

Each sending vibrations through my soul,
as if yours is reaching for mine.
Holding on
Loving

Your voice is the only melody I've missed.

I guess the easiest way to **** someone isn't by saying goodbye; you never said it. The worst part is dealing with your absence and presence all at once. Time was on our side, I thought. Nights were short, but enough to be remembered. Perhaps dreams don't always come true, and nightmares don't really end. I wouldn't wish for you to stay, but I wasn't ready to get used to days or nights without you; and I don't want to right now. I'd rather be a stubborn stain, than be clean forgotten by you. Maybe I'd turn numb from the cold shoulder you've been shoving into my face; maybe only a frostbite would suffice. I can barely take seeing you in these places where we used to be. When you left, you took away what I thought you poured into me. I wouldn't have known emptiness could be so hard to carry.

I'd take my time. Maybe some days it'd hurt less, and I'd miss you less. Just today, I'm still lost without you.

The sunlight was draped across my skin like the sheet of a bed,
I looked into his eyes and saw my future,
Suddenly, I could feel him touch my arm,
And when I think back,
I can still hear him ask me "Can I try something new?",
I can still feel him gently press his lips to my right cheek,
I can still hear him tell me he loves me,
I can still feel his hand in mine, his arms around my waist,
I can still feel my love for him in my heart when I think of him,
I can still feel my heart drop the day he left,
But the person I love is dead,
He's someone else now,
He's completely different, yet exactly the same all at once,
Just enough to make me miss a complete stranger,
Just enough to make me love someone I've never met,
Just enough for it to rip me apart when I see him,
I long for him to care for me the way I care for him,
I can't sleep at night, I stay awake in my bed thinking about him telling someone else he loves them,
As I lay staring at the ceiling reading the poem he wrote me, I know he'll always be here, be with me, in my heart, in my memories,
And I know it's time, time I let him go, time I set him free, time I give him the wings to fly out of my thoughts,
Time I let him move on, time I let him be happy, like I know we both deserve to be,
But I just can't.

Close your eyes dry your tears
Trust yourself
Though it's killing you inside
Listen to your heartbeat
Time flies and memories stays astray
You married your past ache
Truth may vary your best
But love conquer the rest
True feelings can be felt
Until the end
True love waits

strangers hold up scoring cards as I pass by
6
4
8
3
i pretend not to notice them, but I do

I try to pretend like I enjoy talking about myself
when people ask me stupid questions about my life:
"where do you work?"
"how are the wedding plans coming?"
"are you going to school?"

all of which hold very little importance
so I shy away from them
perhaps it is because I do not feel worthy of such attention
cannot grasp that some people genuinely wish to know

I don't show love or interest like that
sometimes I am afraid that I am not capable of loving at all

but that-
is a silly notion
scrawled up on Lucifer's drawing table
he wishes for me to be miserable, as he is
why do I succumb to the lies

I feel incomplete sometimes (always)
and I wonder if Pacman feels like an incomplete ball of sunshine, too

"Sunshine," he calls me.

and I shrink from my lover,
because I don't know what to do with my darkness.

on the road
trying to lose her

i found you