inked heartbeats

i feel like i could draw you just from my memory your face is so well defined inside my head; it's stuck there your eyes, your beautiful nose, your small lips, the way your hair falls on your forehead i can touch you with my mind can you feel it? can you feel me? and if so, do you like it? do you want me to stop? do you think of me as often as i think of you? … was it something i did? or was there something   i could’ve done? there's something you're not telling me do you even know what it is? then how could i?

12.05.2018 After you left me I thought I couldn’t love again. I couldn’t stand to be alone. I had to be surrounded by people, and even then I just couldn’t stop thinking about you. I couldn’t stop thinking about your pretty face, your ugly but cute way of being; about that day when you took my hand and after that things were never the same. That morning, my heart broke. I cried. You know, I never cried after a break up; not the way I did that day. I just couldn’t stand you… and I cound’t stand myself. After a while, I just had to move on, and I thought I had. But I was looking at his face and I saw yours; I was holding him in my arms and I’d feel you. I was feeling guilty and I was trying to convince myself that I don’t need you; that I’m not in love with you still. Oh, damn! I was so wrong… Cuz’ you came into my life again, and again when I least expected it. And you just broke down my damn walls that I worked so hard to build. I was so much more happy when I saw your na...

I could see in his eyes that his soul was ripped into a million pieces, wandering through the Milky Way. In fact, I could've sworn that the colors from this universe were born in his eyes.  The minute I stared into them, my soul took off too; I think he went searching for his.  As calming as his touch was, his look gave me shivers; I could see the empty spot that his tormented soul left behind: two different shades of blue and one lonely yellow were struggling to co-exist, but still giving in to each other. In his embrace I felt all the love he was capable to give, but he won't ever admit that.  I haven't experienced something like this in a long time, at one point I even lost all hope. At first, I thought I saw his darkness collide into mine, giving birth to our own Northen Star, but I guess I was wrong.  In a way, now I feel heavier than before even though my soul didn't come back and I know he didn't found what he was looking for... because there's this ...