No Control

Michael:

"Things change, People change, Feelings change. It's a good thing that memories never do". It's true, she was more amazing than the constellations that I always wanted to touch, but I secretly wanted to touch her skin for one more time. Her beautiful pale skin that glistens in the moonlight with her pink cheery lips. Her dark eyes that shine when she loves something. The way her gorgeous black hair that sways past her perfect face when the winds blows.
Oh god, she gave me a forever within the number of days since I met her. I want to be her first kiss, her first love, and her last everything. All I do is crave her presence. Her hair smelled like lilacs and her body smelled like roses, a masterpiece. Them other drugs just don't fit me right when I crave the desire of her presence, I never told her about the drugs. I'm tired of feeling fucking crazy, I didn't want my life to twisted with all the thoughts in my brain.
It felt like my heart fell for her before my mind ever did. She was so pure with her laced sweater and her chapped golden lips. I speak with no words, I want to show her, I'm all hers. It seems like she touching me without her hands, she's holding me with my eyes, she unwinds me with our mind tonight . We've could have been so much more and I was horrified.
Her eyes were like the ocean, so clear except there were a dark brown. My eyes were like hell, so unclear. How could she ever love someone like that? She respects herself, and she still sucks out my soul for deep happiness. It seemed like my love was wild, wild like there was no ending or a beginning. I saw her outside of my window last night, dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight. At least we are under the same sky I thought. She's so out of reach, just like her touch that sent me to heaven, not even God could have created. She was like snow, beautiful but a cold mess. She was also like the sky, clouds covering over her beauty and her self worth. In the moonlight, she looked like a angel in disguise. Even all the stars got tangled in her unforgivable mess.
I never knew if she loved me or not, but I adored her anyways. She felt like a drizzle and I felt like a hurricane filled with sadness, I don't want her to find out. Even though, she was artistic for painting smiles on every other face but her own. Maybe when I'm drunk again, I could paint a smile on her pretty little face. I wish I held on a little bit more...