Then reality sets in and I remember why we are where we are and the words are nothing more than a pathetic plea.

I won’t write anymore.

No more loose pages will have my heart and soul scribbled and embedded. At least none that anyone will see.

I’m picking up my pride and trying to wear it again. The person that I am returning from the broken hearted voyage. Leaving behind the pieces that are and have always been yours.

I may never be quite whole again and I’ll always long for the days we shared and what could be.

Fairytales lost

The way my body yearns for you

Your touch

Your tongue

You consume me

All my thoughts

The way I move

I’m obsessed

But that word

Is a pale comparison to how

I feel about you

You ignite me

Like a strike of a match

But it’s my mind

My body

That you fuel with fire

I’m yours

To turn to ash

To mark and maim

Because I know you’ll

Bring me back

Teaching me to burn brighter

Breathe deeper

With you as my oxygen

To come and brush against the walls

Of my life

I asked you to stay for us to know eachother

Even though I knew the longer you stayed the more I would want you back when you were gone

I told you that fairy tales are the happiest stories

And that great books are made of little chapters

I take it all back

I don’t want little chapters anymore

And fairytales aren’t always happy, at least not in their original form

If you come, I want you to stay

Don’t be temporary

Don’t just brush along the walls of my life

Pick a room

Unpack