Shit

This shit makes me dream.
This shit brings imagination.
This shit makes me time travel.
This shit brings me back to you.
This shit takes me back to us.
This shit makes me wonder.
This shit makes me wish.

Fake

I hold this pillow like it's you. I clench this fabric and pretend it's your pores. I begin to slip into false reality, and your contour is in my grasp again.

Slow Down

I tend to get the jitters when I see you, but being with you settles all the nerves.

I've been struggling mentally lately
because I think I love you.
Wanting to say something
but not knowing how to.

Thank You

My first love.

You stomped my heart into the ground. I have to thank you.
Without you I wouldn't have made it this far.
We broke up. I was so mad, and angry towards you. But that helped me the most. I needed that. I needed to experience the emotions.
You gave me love.
You gave me pain.
And for that, you gave me appreciation.
You helped me live.
You challenged my way of thinking without even knowing it, or being there.
In that way, I have to thank you.

Come to you

I'm so antsy. Restless.
I want to feel your soft lips connecting to mine.
I want to kiss, the underside of your chin and the corners of your cheeks.
I want to feel your neck with my tongue.
I want to touch.
I want to feel the smooth skin that I've gotten use to.
I want to rub the curves of your waist. Kissing every inch of everything.
I want to touch the small hairs of your neck with my lips, letting warm air hit like summer.
I want to feel your legs until the little hairs stand on ends.

I want to come to you.