A While

it’s been a while since I wrote for the way you made me feel, and here you are thinking of falling out of love with me, choking on my words battling your tongue for an unsaid three.

Empty

empty is a forgotten kiss playing on your lips empty is a curl of your hair he never could play with empty is a slate  wiped clean but then we ran out of ink empty is a heart full of feels but a brain that fails to think.  

remember. remember?

Remember. remember when we thought that time stopped still when we kissed. i spent most of my nights counting fingers to see how sober I was on a scale of kissing you                                    to          …