Empire State Of Mind

me @ anxiety, anxiety @ depression, depression @ me 

I recently wrote a piece talking about how bad I was craving her. I wanted to touch her, I wanted her skin on mine, I wanted her fingers interlocked with mine, I wanted her lips pressed against mine. I wanted it all, and that day finally came, I finally had it all. But now she’s gone, She’s headed back home, and I crave her even more than I did before. I constantly ache for her, Her laugh, Her scent, Her eyes, and the way she looks into mine, Her hands , and the way she grabs mine if I’m not holding hers. I just crave it all. I think I’m homesick.

When I ask you about your first love I am always secretly hoping that you will say your own name. Now, wouldn’t that be beautiful – to above else have a heart that was proud of itself.

The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. And that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I’d hoped to give you forever.