12 Shades of Love

Shade 03

2am THOUGHTS

It's 2:08am
And my thoughts are filled of him.
How his breath tickled my skin on the neck
How his voice felt like a cup of vanilla ice cream melting on my skin
How his arms circled my bare wrist as we cuddled.

It's 2:09am
And I'm wondering if he still thinks of me
The way my laughter sounded to his ears
The way he planted kisses on my forehead

It's 2:11am
And I'm starting to lose myself.
I can't think straight
My head is bursting with memories of him.
The untamed and the uncalled ones.
How they keep shouting at me.
How they pierce like tiny blades in my arteries.
How they make me feel dead in an ocean of life.

It's 2:15am now
Sleep evades me every night
I wonder if he is an insomniac
I wonder if he still thinks of me.
Because I do.
I breathe his name In the blacks I paint and in the lilacs I inhale.
I breathe his name and I'm starting to hate it now
But maybe that's why love was made
To let us drown in the eerie sense of loss and happiness in a single four letter word.

It's 2:20am
And I can't sleep anymore.