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I hate nights like tonight. Nights filled with memories of you. Of us. Of all the things that we were. And all that we weren't. I still remember the exact shape of your mouth when you gave me that crooked little half grin that you seemed so fond of giving. I remember how my body seemed to fit perfectly next to yours. How I swore that your skin smelled like sunlight, and fresh air. And how it tasted like hope, and love, and all of the other beautiful things you promised me. I remember how you looked sitting on the edge of the bed in a seedy little motel room as I laid behind you watching the muscles in your back move as you pla

Sometimes it amazes me how okay I am with how everything is now. You were my best friend, and I told you everything. We lived together We shared an apartment, a life. The countless hours we spent curled up on the couch watching movies, or in the kitchen cooking together. We had the windows open, the music going, and we were singing along not caring who could hear us. All those nights with you doing your homework at the last minute while I read or worked on a crossword puzzle, or a wordsearch. (You'd always buy books of them for me because you knew they were my favorite) The unspoken agreement that neither of us ever showered alone. I h

Under a thunderstorm of stars, laying on a blanket of clouds This is where I will meet you. In my deepest dreams, Where my heart will explode A glistening confetti of warmth and joy. The rays of the moon will smile down upon us as we converse with the wind. Time will stop As if it never were. And it will be just the two of us. Like flowers in a field, We will bask in the warmth of the knowledge that we are here and alive Our thoughts will stop as we cease to be anything other than who we truely are. This is what I want to wake up to. This is what I want to dream. Forever

The weight of your arm around my waist The feel of our bodies lazily intertwined on an even lazier Summer day Listening to the sound of your deep rythmic breathing as I strum out a silent melody on your ribs Watching the flickering of your eyelids as you slip off into dreamland Smelling sunlight on your skin The gentle twitch of your fingertips against my back The warmth of your breath, sliding across my skin with your sigh of contentment as I bury my face into the crook of your neck. All of these things have the ability to make my heart leap with joy, and at the same time, completely terrify me. For I know that if I could, I would s

I have stopped wishing on falling stars. Now, I see them only as pieces of rock, crashing down to their untimely death. I've stopped seeing 11:11 as anything other than just a time of day. Throwing coins into fountains and wells is just a waste of money now. I've stopped wishing for things. Because you were all I ever wished for. Everytime I tossed a penny over my shoulder, held my breath through a tunnel, or blew out a candle.. It was always with you in mind. But now you're gone, and I have nothing left to wish for. I've stopped blowing fallen eyelashes off of my fingertips, and scattering dandelion seeds. Those days are long gone f