"Happiness is counting dimples at 6am
when the sun is groggy, yawning at my presence, I sit and question how I got here
It was probably your poetry,
swapping tales of freedom lost and lives left behind while wide mouthed smiles traced the outline of our lips
I miss your kiss…
The feeling of your hips pressure from the exhaustive day that was deafening
you can’t understand the beauty of your skin
the simple sensation felt from the warmth shared between limbs,
your eyes are reminders of summer,
fields filled with hope, desire for a day when none of this extra baggage would ever matter
Miss, I miss you.
It fits to write this on receipt paper shared with my order notes
share my sorrow with fate
but you need to know that may was bright and you are,
well you are everything that is right in this world
the light doesn’t shine off my mirrors without your help
I don’t open the shades anymore, the dark is more comforting
to believe I had a chance and perhaps I messed up will leave me tearing out the pieces to my past with a fury that only loss knows
my bed is cold
my heart still beats
you moved on
we don’t speak
I want conversations about your day again,
even if its just at this bar stool
I want to know how your day is
don’t lie to me and say its perfect
I know better,
I know you
You were the best summer gifted to me
I hope he appreciates you for who you really are
and not just what you show him
You eyes are reminders of summer
your lips are my past
I still feel you lying near me
but the sentiments are trapped
We still share things like people
they are my only connection to you now
I wish you knew how deep the hole is
I wish you knew how deep an impression you made on my soul is
short and intense, months spent tangled in your web when will I forget you
1,2,3,4 months later my saliva still drips with your syllables
I told you I was leaving and your sentiments repeated why Minnisnowta
you told me to believe that the damage was reason to leave Brooklyn by the shoulder
We leave in different seasons, see your mentioning our breathing and the street is down the road
but you don’t call to see me and I can’t keep this feeling that we be together briefly on my prose
so I’ll go
and with it everything I know about love will change as it does when what once worked doesn’t anymore
did I mention you scent is deafening?
did I mention I had the best intentions?
yeah, I heard you
best boyfriend
best friend"