time

Looking up at the date,

I wish the time would stop

for I spend much of it thinking of you.

I imagine your skin falling under my sheets

as I run my fingers up your spine.

And all I can think of is your beautiful smile,

and how it reflects in this dark field of sadness.

I can feel you with my eyes, and see you with my body,

and it's hard to posses what you cannot acquire though I try.

And this feeling of finally having, is as bad as it is not enough.

And I drink all my tears, and as I swallow, reality hits me so hard.

How I wish time would stop and we don't have to count,

the hours in which.

I had fallen in love.

10.14.14. 

k.y