I can still smell your lotion,
as you stood in front of your bedroom mirror putting on makeup,
I can’t imagine a more satisfying dream then the few nights I got to spend with you,
If I could go back, I would have told you how sweet you are,
and everyone else has felt like sandpaper rubbing against the back of my neck.
From the second I met you,
I was never more sure that you were most gorgeous thing I had ever laid eyes on,
with maps on your shoulder blades I would have gone everywhere with you.
You kissed me for the last time with your bright red lipstick on and I couldn’t bring myself to wipe the smudges from my cheeks,
you always made sense to me.
Especially on the days I wasn’t running away.
I miss you.
I’m stuck in perpetual aw of you.
i crave you.