you will not call my memory into question.
you will not question my memory.
see there was you and me up on a hilltop by ourselves
and then the red clouds dispersing above me
i should have killed myself
when i found out how beautiful you are.
but everyone makes mistakes sometimes.

as the afternoon sky opened up its mouth
and the air cooled down one or two degrees
i felt the world within me screaming to come out
and then i looked up at you and your hair spilled down over me.

i felt you breathing on me and i heard your voice.
your eyes were twin bonfires and your lips were moist.
i should have killed myself
when i found out how beautiful you are.
but everyone makes mistakes sometimes.

if you look closely
under the moonlight tonight,
you will see that my vertebrae
mimics
the shape of birds taking flight..
darling boy,
see,
ive been a little bent out of shape since you left  
im walking around with a part of me missing and
i don't think you understand that i see you in everything i do..

but ill be fine
in the morning ill stretch my wings (arms) up to the sky
and
*maybe tomorrow
you'll think of me.

maybe my hands
are always cold
to show
that
i would be nothing
without
you

i miss you.

these words roll off my tongue like the wind whispers in the winter night. these words would be the last breath that i allowed my empty soul to take in. these words feel the old presence of your fingers next to mine. these few words bring back the memories of lovely nights that can never be forgotten. these words run through the walls of every room i enter to only come back to my body to realize you aren’t returning.

i miss you.

these everlasting words of hope engage my body in the wants of us being together. these words only give me the idea of what could have been that we will never know. these empty words have been spoken so often from my dry mouth that they have lost forever meaning. these words are wonderful yet they have been given such a dark feeling. the idea of enjoying an individuals life so much that you greatly miss them is such a compliment yet so many people look at these words with no hope in ever seeing them again.

miss them so you can see them again

do not allow yourself to miss them because you have lost interest in pursuing

he held his eyes open during the night to listen to each word she could possibly say

he awoke early to hear her voice before another person had the chance

he did all things in his power to retain her happiness

and she over looked it

now he can go hours without speaking

while she can weep for days

. . .

while we rest, our minds infuse with magnificent visuals.

are these wonders of what we desire,

or are they futures to be revealed?

for the free spirit can merely ponder of how sensational our dreams are the following wake

do you ever crave someone's presence?