Infatuation maybe?

I know your smile & your scent & your sea of forgetfulness.

I know the taste of your temporary.

I know to enjoy every inch of you while your castle like eyes dance in the base of my chest.

In these minutes

only your kiss matters;

What is Salvation if it keeps me from knowing your wounds &

What is Love if it doesn’t hurt?

I’d trade my mansion for an evening of dancing, laughter, and maybe a poem or 2.

Truth is

Leaving without a goodbye was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.

Truth is

I can’t remember what I did before you.

I don’t remember how I slept at night.

Truth is I don’t want too.

Play your song with my Heart strings until another catches your eye.

I’ll Crash & Burn & Remember your tune & Wait.