It is 12:26 and I am thinking of you
12:38 and I am trying to find just the right words to describe how
our love makes you excited
your lips curling into that beautiful smile unexpectedly)
While it makes me limp,
my every muscle relaxing under your fingers,
my eyes closing- their lids weighed down with effortless bliss,
the kind of content that consumes my whole body,
devouring any uneasiness that was once there.
It is 12:41 and my heart beats a little differently at the realization
that you leave me- a girl obsessed with
Maybe this time instead of poetry
and a journal
and a mind always searching for the right things to say,
it’s hazel and brown eyes,
your lips slowly becoming mine.