I always think of you before I fall asleep. The words you said, the way you looked. The things we laughed about, the silent moments we shared. And when I dream, I’ll dream of you. Because it’s about you, it’s always about you.
When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.
I am forced to shut our book and put it on the shelf
when we haven’t even finished writing the story yet
the ink drips with desperation
with a tinge of hope running, staining the blank pages
as I realize what is happening
unfinished what if’s
that is what it will remain
as the could have’s collect up faster than the dust collecting on the spine