He’s complicated

When you cut a hole into my soul

To be loved—there is no greater desire

Memories and moments come back to me and I find gratitude

I hope we are in the same place

I need sex

In this grey area of connection and attraction, unknowing of where to take it from here and where we stand with one another

I only want the ones who never see me

I think about you thinking of me—how often, if at all, and if the memories are fond and kind and always loving. The way I felt for you wholly.

Mood

It’s interesting. Experiencing the drift from you. At first it’s daily, weekly. Now it’s becoming one bad day amongst many good, busy days. That one bad day doesn’t ache as much. And maybe you never had any bad days. I guess I shall take the load.

I don’t think that we should be alone together

We hang on to those singular experiences with people in expectation of the same in the future

I am cleared of the photos of you and that is a relief after so much time of torturing myself with them

The sun shining in my eyes, thinking of you

how recently have you tripped?

what’s happened to your blue sky eyes

fuck I always want you

I look up toward the skies As I feel your eyes Watching with mine Wishing for better times