i have this looked all over for this .

i have this looked all over for this .

I have looked all over for this,

I thought I would never find it, You, my sweet love

I am caressed in you, your arms, your sweet warm kiss

I can’t understand this feeling of when you aren’t near  

I Miss you

I love the way we talk on the phone for hours as if nothing else matters

Your voice is a sweet song I never want to end

Your soft moans as we make love as you look into my eyes.

I pull you near, closer to me, deeper into my body, I’m in love.

I can talk to you about anything or everything, and you will listen for hours.

I love how your face feels on my face, when we kiss for the first time for the day.       I love how those soft lips taste.

Nothing can replace this feeling I have when it comes to you.

I love you, us and the things we do, …

 I have looked all over for...

All i can do

All I can do is write ,

Through the pain,

I can twist my words ,into phrases

You will never exactly know what I mean

The need to be heard, understood

The definition of pain is Physical suffering

Or discomfort.

So I describe it in words

I’m at a loss

All I think about is you..

They say missing someone is apart of moving on

But that can’t be true..

Wanting to send a quick text ,or maybe a call

Wounds so deep, I don’t ever think I will ever

F

A

L

L ,

In love again,

Misinterpreting the process of healing

The pain won’t go away today

Eventually I will say…

But you never forget, but….exactly how is that healing

So at this point

All I can do is write

Through the pain

I can twist my words into p...

he's not even that cute

He’s not even that cute,

Ignoring my texts and calls

Slowly letting down my painfully built walls

Thinking, contemplating if I want this

Casual conversation, no shared information

Untold stories, lies. Why

He’s not even that cute

Yea nice body, funny personality

But all of it becomes ugly

When you try to just win

The prize of course

Not much work to put forth

When you’re drunk,

Music, Laughs, late night

takes a turn for the worst.

Everything’s a blur,

Awaken, late hour tasting bourbon on my tongue

Confused, I felt you, am I sure?

Short conversation questions asked

Answers that can’t be explained, did I feel you?

Asking myself these questions

The aftertaste of bourbon, unanswered questions.

My next attempt, get to know him better,