Chapter Two: Hope in My Days
The months grew warm
With you, there by my side
Filling that void, the one he’d left inside
And I had you
The ink spilled on the page
No longer spelled grief
I was busy writing love songs
like you’d never leave
You came out of nowhere
Still dreaded the cold
When the well bled dry,
I had someone I could hold
Chapter Three: Bracing for Cold
You disappeared slowly,
and then all at once
Watched you go, the way I watched him
Now the well’s bled dry,
I have no one to hold
All the hurt and the pain,
I’ve only grown cold
He may be gone,
but now so are you
I’ll never let that go
Oh, I could never let you go
I have yet to find a star that shines as brightly as you do.
One that illuminates the nights skies
the way your smile lights up a room.
Still, I keep searching.
The good morning texts,
the late-night messages to greet you when you wake.
Counting down the weeks,
the days, the hours.
Knowing your smile will greet me soon.
Needy lips against my own,
weeks of greed and love and longing behind each kiss.
The warmth of your body
reminding me I’m safe,
reminding me I’m home.
Always needy for the comfort of you.
The silent self mutilation of climbing into fresh bedsheets dusted with the scent of you and gripping tight, realizing all my nights are spent sleeping with a ghost.
It was always there, an ocean between us. But now? It feels like galaxies. Like I’m light years from home and can never find my way back.
It’s down to the wire, a toothless thread of hope that I’ll still cling to. After all, what else do I have left to hold?
It feels like I’m losing my mind
every time you say goodnight
and I can’t hold you
But your intelligence
is what ignites a fuse inside me
stroke my thigh,
And I feel the lightning
shoot all the way
up into my soul
You’re nothing but a flame, baby
But I’m begging you to light me on fire
You can be there with her when the sun shines
But at nightfall, you’re all mine
Something about you feels familiar
Like a memory of a dream I once had
But I didn’t hesitate before drinking her in
It’s all about the anticipation —
The build up
The want, the need, the desire
That keeps you flipping to the next page
You’re eager for more
Dying to dig a little deeper
To watch the relationship bloom
And see the fairytale unfold
But once the princess kisses the princess,
You put the book down
And start a new story