Its the most physical kind of wanting and of aching Ive ever known.
And it burns through everything.
That on the days the blues come knocking I look at the door and wish it was you.
Aricka Lewis
That amidst all my aching I still think of you.
I miss you more than I should, more than you deserve for me to.
I miss you like this life is low tide and youre the waves and Im the sand.
I miss you even though I know we arent meant to be together.
Maybe you unzip my dress and rub my neck.
Maybe we put on hold our favorite record because you want me to read to you from my notebooks.
Maybe you say Id rather your voice to feel your poetry than looking at letters on a page.
Maybe my poetry is full more of bright colors and less of heartache.
But here, its June and 7 PM on a Thursday and I havent seen you since February.
Ill never forgive myself for not saying the words my tongue so badly ached to say.
In my arms you dont have to hide.
My scars ache with want for your hands, for your own scars.
My darkness wants to play with your darkness.
I will love the parts of you that have never been loved by anyone else.
We can be happy together.
This is worth burning everything we know to the ground.
We can build new cities together.
I dont want to live wondering what could have been.
Its the most physical kind of wanting and of aching Ive ever known.
You always told me to look at it when I missed you.
Tonight Ill be looking at her, remembering you.
