#orginalpoem

I miss the infatuated look in your eyes, as if you're taking me in for the first time over and over again.

I miss the raspy longing in your voice, like you are constantly craving your body against mine.

I took my pain and wrapped myself around it,

layers of twisting, snarling, howling thing.

The core burned bright, black, bright

and I bared my teeth in a mockery of a grin

and curled myself tighter around my agony

It’s funny, isn’t it, how we protect what hurts,

shielding our torment almost lovingly from the world

Our complex mammalian mind undone from pain

 and the primal cradling the vulnerable with unbearable tenderness

Not half

Not sometimes Or just a little

I love you fully and with everything in me

More than words can hold

Lets fuse like steven and connie

And love like marceline and bubblegum

My love for you isn't spurious

This love

It's not fleeting; its pure

it's not suffocating; it's calm

My hands fit perfectly into yours

Every song lyric just leads back to you

I see yellow flowers blooming

I write you letters

I write you poems

Then i find you and i start to miss june again

I hope the thoughts won't haunt you for too long

And when you look back at me I hope you'll see through my eyes

You are everything

Through my eyes

You're all the love that i crave

But it's a hour behind on your side of the world 

It’s 4:39 pm 

And I find myself alone tonight

I walk the streets of new york and it's not the same without you here 

With you

By my side

I wish I could hug you again

Get makeup all over your shirt because i keep smelling you

I try to capture traces of you 

I'm like a dog sniffing it’s owners clothes 

Desperate to find out where you’ve been 

Im homesick

And I find myself alone tonight

nighttime just feels so empty without you here 

When i listen to the wind 

All i hear is traces of your laughter 

 But I'm never really alone, am I ?

You’re with me wherever i go  

I know the sun because she knows your name 

I know the color yellow

I know the stars 

I know slum village  

Mac Ayres

Asal Hazel  

I know them because they all lead back to you. 

It’s 5:40 pm 

But you’re an hour behind 

It’s 4:40 pm