I’m thinking about you even though I shouldn’t. You are in my mind like the morning fog. I’m awake and dreamless and your standing in front of me pushing the line between what’s real and what isn’t.
Your finger grazes my shoulder and your lips follow suit. I close my eyes. Your beauty is an all consuming fire and I’m a pyromaniac.
I’m standing in the clouds but the rain shadows my heart. I’m a building covered in vines. Aged and tortured.
I miss you. I miss us. I miss what should be and I hate what is. You’re there and I’m here. One step away from where we should be and four steps from where I want to be.
You are my drug and I’m your needle. I’m high when your hand holds mine but I’m a loose cannon when you let go.
I’m a avalanche. My reckage tumbling all around our love.
I’m thinking about you even though I shouldn’t.