You asked me to be yours on a fall
evening as we laid in separate beds.
Even though we were apart, we
couldn’t get the other out of our heads.
With no hesitation I said yes, never with
a second guess.
The packages we sent wrapped in
love and laced with the scent of our
smell, the first time I held something
of yours my tears had fell.
I have found myself staring at the
map, point A to point where you’d
be. Goddamn these miles keeping
you from me.
Why is the craving of your skin
against mine the only thing that
causes pain and pleasure? No
one understands that the simple
touch is a treasure.
The late nights of I love you. I love
you more. The thought still haunts
me, I’ve never felt this way before.
I say, “I know I am a handful, I know
I am a complete mess.”
He says,“That doesn’t make me love you
I could cry, not because you’re gone
but because you’re still here. Everyone
else in the past just seemed to disappear.
I have realized that all the loves I’ve laid
to rest, have led me to only the best.
Just stay with me for as long as we continue
to exist, hold my hand so tight until
there’s a purple wrist.