Come back to me

Come Back

The day you found me, it was as if you saw what you were wanting. When I met you, it felt like thousand of butterflies were flying through my whole body. My heart fluttered like the wings of a bird, fast and with elegance. The way you welcomed me, made me feel like I was home, safe from the storm that rained a thousand rains, along with hail and lightning in the distance. You made me feel like I mattered, the way you stared at me, made me wonder if something was wrong with me, but it was only you staring at me in awe. Your honey eyes couldn’t stop gazing at me and that smirk you gave me when you caught a glance of me, the way your teeth scratched your lip with desire when our eyes would meet made me feel valued and wanted. Your attentiveness for the way my mood shifted, showed me that you were genuinely curious. The velvet caress of your fingers on my cheek wiping away the tears filled with sadness that managed to escape my cold empty eyes showed my heart warmth and home. The way you said “I wish you could be happy all the time, I don’t like you being sad.” Also, when I told you about me moving to a crime filled California town showed me you didn’t want to let go of me. “Stay here so I can keep you safe.”  Made me wonder if this who and what you really want, would you be able to weather my storm, my tsunami of emotions, the uncertainty of forever only drove the waves. The thoughts of you can never escape my mind, your eyes, your smell, your energy, your heart felt like home, but there is no home now. I wait for you to come back to the flame we ignited, that flame struggles to stay alive on your end, but here I am giving it everything to keep it alive so you may see the smoke so you may find your way back to me . While I await your arrival, I lie at night in my bed waiting for a notification with your name on it, but nothing. I work on myself to make sure I meet your standards and to also meet the standards of myself. I miss the warmth you give off, I miss the woodsy smell, but sweet scent that would come off of you when you would hold me close to you in the bed. The way you would kiss my forehead and your grip on my hand made me feel safe. I’m in the world longing for that feeling, but I know I will never find it again until you come back to me. I sing this song hoping you hear me, but my heart is the one calling out to you. Can you hear it? I can hear yours.