I miss you.

2. I miss you.

3. I miss you.

4. I spend two hours or maybe four wondering where you are and what exactly happened between us. I spend more time wondering about you then I do about the world.

5. I still miss you.

6. It's been over 68 days since I last saw your face, but it doesn't matter because I can still recall the way your lips felt, the way your hands touched me. I even remember the way your skin smells, I remember everything about you.

7. I read somewhere that you shouldn't beg someone to stay in your life. If they need to remove themselves allow them too. Perhaps there is more reason behind that fact than I come to justify in my own mind.

8. I think I fell in love with you.

9. I am in love with you.

10. I still miss you.

11. I still love you.

12. We were so bad for each other, but maybe love is a type of poison. One that we learn to endure.  

13. All of these are messages I wish I could send you.

14. Find happiness where ever you may be.

15. I'll still love you and I'll miss you dearly.

15. I'll be waiting for you.

Your atoms were once a part of the stars and maybe that explains your brown eyes and the shine inside them. The atoms that sculpt your body used to sculpt the ocean and maybe that explains the depths, hollows and dark corners of your mind I've yet gotten to discover. Maybe your rough edges are explained by the solely fact that the atoms forming who I'm deeply in love with were once rocks with gems inside them. It has been a privilege to fall for a beautiful, bright and amazing combination of Earth that is you.

The stars chose you to be special and so
every Summer Solstice you use to
celebrate another year of walking the Earth,
forming a part of the Universe.
That day two stars were born in a pool of brown emotions.

As life slipped through your fingers in a matter of seconds,
Summer Solstice was just another day
and those lovely stars were loosing their shine,
and you learned to tame the waters completely.
And soon, only the razor,
red lines on your pale skin let you breathe.
Lines kept appearing, and more flowers grew.
Maybe the constellations aren't in your favor,
but trust me when I say that 90's Summer Solstice
means the world to me.

It was one of those days in which nothing went right, and rain was loud against the window.
Our mood was gray as the sky and we argued about every insignificant, very little thing.
But each insignificant, very little thing soon evolved into bigger matters,
and feelings caught in-between, and our voices raised.
When you called things off, in my defense I could say I met all your demons, yet I decided to stay.
You stared at me speechless, said nothing in your defense,
and that was the day I realized we both said I love you, but only I was saying the truth.

I woke up once around midnight in a nightmare that took the form of real life
I saw you standing outside, the past reattached to your ripped shorts and tortured expression.
The truth of that past finally passed our hesitant lips
Every betrayal, was like a gust of wind taking us to our knees without a fight
I watched as every friend we ever knew turned their backs and walked away from us
As if walking away from a nameless headstone in a quiet, forgotten graveyard.
I woke up once around midnight in a nightmare that took the form of real life
It changed everyone we knew
And I've been trying to wake up from the nightmare ever since.

It used to be a garden with
daisy chains and flower beds,
a little girl with a flower crown,
laughter in the air and butterflies around.
Then came the storm,
it stole the charm.
The once innocent girl lost her sight,
warm eyes turned cold as ice.
It was then guarded by razor blades
and the sky had darkened a couple shades,
no longer the breathtaking sight of flower beds.
This little girl was now made of stone,
the happiness had been withdrawn,
and along with the garden,
the innocent, once-happy girl was gone.

I stay awake and wonder
what you think
when you hear my name,
what you think
before you go to sleep,
if you think of me at all
because I absentmindedly smile
when I hear your name,
I think of you
when I can't sleep at night,
I think of you a lot,
and I walk the Earth hoping
you think of me the way
I think of you.