missing you

if my love had a voice, it would scream,

"come back..."

behind the sunset, and everything bright,

behind the music,

i suffer in hindsight

when you looked at me,

i wanted to freeze, just live in that moment where the heartbeats only kept

that moment alive

and nothing else

nothing else mattered

your eyes gave me such life, that when you looked away and

turned your back,

i was blind, lost, and dead inside

it's just, 

the way i heard the birds, their tune,

the simple colors, the way they blended

the textures of objects

the roughness and smoothness of our love

crashing against walls but still finding a way to laugh

about it

I miss when we were able to try again, fall

but laugh about it, and get back up,

and embrace each other like we were going to die in seconds