Sometimes
(most of the time)
I get sad
because I think about you
more than I'd like to.
Sometimes
(when I'm sad)
which quite frankly is all the time,
I get nostalgic
and think about
the freckles on your skin
and your piercing light eyes,
your crooked smile
and
your raspy
voice
who once sang to me love songs
(and now curses my name every time they play on the radio)
Sometimes
the taste of your lips still lingers
and I find myself
shutting my eyes,
whilst my cold fingertips
slightly brush my lips
almost as if trying to reciprocate
what you once made me feel
although I know
it's practically impossible
to feel
what you once made me feel
because with just a simple smile
you made my heart beat faster
and the butterflies in my stomach would flutter
each and every time
as much as the very first one.
Sometimes
I just lay in bed
and I reminisce
and think
about you and me
and how your hard fingertips
felt against my soft skin,
and how your body
fit perfectly against my own
how no matter how crappy my day was,
you'd tell me
that it would all be alright
because I had you by my side.
These thoughts just linger on my mind
and it's killing me
because you are the greatest thing
i can never (again) call mine.
