Her

The sound of her voice, and the taste of her lips; two things I would give anything for.

I think about her genuinely. Every little detail of her hands running on an endless cycle in my subliminal thoughts continually. The wrinkle in her nose when she’d laugh, or the way she’d smirk when I say ‘I missed you’. I could gaze at her eyes for hours, as if they were the stars, I had already had them memorized. Everything about her makes me queasy…in the best way.

Only hearing her name causes my heart to become heavy. A thousand and one memories rushing through my terrible vague memory. A thousand and two captured pictures of her, and many more of me where I was happy residing next to her being.

The day I met her, or the last time I saw her, were days I will not forget. Both were easily the best days of my life. All days with her are perfect. Only because she was the greatest thing in my life, and always will be.

The way she spoke was wholesome; with ambition and vitality in her voice. Of all the insignificant tales she could mention or think of, I would always be listening. For whatever she had to say was significant to me.

Simply being around her atmosphere gets me high. Her mind and her beautiful soul are undefinable. Perfect doesn’t even begin to fathom the words I wish I could say to her.

Although I have lost her attention and for that, I can never forgive myself. In a way she will always be mine, and will forever have a stolen piece of my heart. With all of this being said, I could by no means ever give her up, or forget the depth of her essence. Though, by God I don’t want to.

To me; you are paradise.

To me; you are heaven.

You are the one that got away yet,

I know you’ll be back.