#ivyjane

Staring at each other,

I try not to cry too loud. The walls don't need to know. The night doesn't need to listen.

I try not to think of you— but you're everywhere.

You're in the air I breathe, the spaces between my fingers, the silence between songs.

Every corner of this room. still remembers you. The bed. The light. The smell. Everything does, except you.

I fucking miss you.

Not in a pretty way. Not in a poetic way. In a desperate, shaking can't - breathe kind of way.

I miss you so much it hurts to even say it out loud.

The touch of your hand, the scent of your hair, the taste of your lips, your tongue in my mouth, your body close to mine.

Your touch awakens something deep inside me.

Lying in your arms, gazing into your eyes, smiling at me with pure happiness — time stops for nothing, yet in that moment, the world fades away.

I have finally found the one, my missing piece.

It was in the 12th day of February,

when our eyes meet several times

the rambunctious laughter inside the bus

seems not to exist,

three seconds might be too long or too short that moment, I looked away

and truthfully enjoyed

It was in the 12th day of February,

a powerful stimulator of love and affection, I fear of -

but insanely vanished,

The falling, pretty pink petals from the sakura tree are so beautiful,

like your smile when I cafuné your hair.

Surprised by the warmth of the sun’s ray,

breathing in warm winds over the desolate landscape.

The breeze is a gentle whisper in my ears.

After so long, I can finally feel the breath of life, slowly I close my eyes;

I feel the momentum is with us.

As I hold your hand, my heart bursts with joy and happiness.

Your sweet and delicate smile; your red, red, red lips —

I’ve been wanting to taste for a long time,

craving like a crazy badass girl.