Addict

Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything.

They make you feel so alive that you'd follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting your fix.

Vehement Desires

Sometimes, you come to mind.

Beneath my eyelids I see you,

I feel your skin press softly against mine.

the scent of your Cheap cologne fills me

still.

I hear you softly whisper in my ear 

Like you did.

And tickle my ear with your cool breath

And give me shivers down my spine

Like you do.

My last goodbye was cut too short

It was wrong

We were wrong.

And now, I see you and It takes me back

sometimes.

You come to mind. 

Cinema

The movies never get it right.

The first encounter is never something expected,

He looks at you and looks away,

And you just let it go because how could you know?

When he talks to you, his words sound like nails on a chalkboard,

You cross your fingers and pray you're never alone in the same room. 

Then you're talking over an hour in his rich looking car and accidentally an ugly piece of your life comes out and you're face turns red and you apologize with pizza grease messing up your foundation and borrowed dress.

The first kiss wasn't a kiss, either. Your teeth mashed together and it was a queer goodnight.

Your first night over ended in nothing but his arm strung too tight around your neck, waking you up every hour.

Your face gently smashed against his chest and you had to peel it off.

The morning included a tangle of sheets, catching your foot and getting stuck. Your hair static and mascara down your eyes. 

Carefully Crawling over him, you stepped on his hand and woke him up.

You tried to sneak out, but people watched, judgement in their eyes.

You got home into your own white sheets

And laughed because

It's nothing like the movies

And

It doesn't matter.

Maybe it isn't supposed to be.