Late Night Ramblings

On nights like these when the moon is up looking hazy in that misty blue night sky

 I wish I could send you through the wind the way my hair smells tonight.

The way its fragrance fills the air in my cozy little room, the place where you and I lay, comfortable, ignorant, together.

I wish I could show you how my eyes shine so bright, a lighter shade of brown when the sun shines right through my window pane when the morning sun rises

I know how much you loved to see them sparkle, each time they found your face amongst the crowd, each time your eyes met mine.

I wish I could make you feel the warmth of my palms, the way they conveyed that something mattered to me

I remember how much you loved the softness of them when you held it against your heart.

I wish I could send across that ear to ear grin, the one that spread across my face each time I accomplished something I wished to achieve

I wish you could see it now.

If wishes came true without any side effects, I'd still be with you.

But well, it’s my time now.

I'm long gone now.

You still tend to linger onto the parts and feelings I didn't know existed.

You.

You pinch you hurt. You burn you bruise. You build it all up piece by piece and then you break it all down, all together. You know but you ignore. You could have but you loose it all. You could still have it all but you walk away. You are lonely and then you are found. You have and then you give it away. You break you crumble. You try to piece it back together. You are back where it all began. You are lost and you are found.

You are back then you are gone.

You are who you are. 

But you are everything you see breathe and feel. 

His Scent

He made yet another comment about how nothing she did felt good or felt real. She ignored it, yet again. Something felt different to

her that day, something about him was new, something she didn't 

quite recognize. Apart from the fact that he was no longer the 

person she fell in love with there was something new about him that day. As she settled herself now uncomfortably in the arms of the man she once knew, she felt like a stranger herself. It was the way he smelt that day. He smelt different. She wanted to know every different and every new there was to him, so she found herself asking him what cologne he was wearing. Now she vaguely remembers the name of the cologne. As she passes through the subway to get to her bus stop, a stranger passes her by and she finds herself filling up her lungs with the whiff of air he left behind.  Yes, she was filling up her lungs with the scent of the man she once knew. His Scent. 

Free Falling

I am standing on the edge, I'm free falling.

Help me. Save me. It's this new destination.

I want to go to this new place, I do. But I'm not so sure because it'll be without you.

I had my life planned with you so how do I just stop thinking?

But I am slowly swiftly, free falling. Free falling.

I don't know how that'd be.

I don't know if I'd survive, survive this free fall.

So save me if you can, because only you can.

Don't let me touch the ground because then I'll be gone.

Save me. 

I'm free falling.

Floating on clouds, thinking about the dream house but I am falling.

Falling can’t be good right? 

So save me, like you did before.

So save me, because only you can.

I'm going to this different place in a different time, I'm falling.

With you I rose but now I'm falling, I'm falling.

So get onto your Pegasus and come to me.

Save me.

I'm scared. I'm free falling. I'm free falling.

I don't know if I want to or if I want to stop, but I know I'm free falling. 

Won't you try to save me again?