I think it best to just watch you from afar.

To observe in adoration and contemplation

of all we could’ve been.

I’ll admit that I do miss you some days,

the warmth of summers past penetrates my mind, even during seasons of cold. 

Memories of you come in bits and pieces, they cut into my heart and rip it apart. 

Oh the memories are so terribly luminous in my mind. 

Yes, that one night where you and I sat on that roof after sunset and talked about everything. 

I remember feeling like such a rebel sitting above that liquor store, I always had a fear stirring inside me of getting caught.

But that was the thrill, right?

Things are different now, I’m responsible, mature, and in love. 

But sometimes I wish I could return to those careless nights with you, the simple ones that we didn’t overthink or plan. 

I would kiss you once more,
entangle my hands in your hair,
And bleed for you one last time.