the way she shows affection to those she cares for
the way blood gradually rushes to her cheeks when she gets frustrated
the way her stubbornness become deadly attractive
the way she stands out in a crowd of ordinary
they are all burned into my retinas
in a way that is nothing less than beautiful
once upon a time or not too long ago
it was us against the world
but now I'm left alone to fight my own battles
swaying sweating bodies from side to side
blasting obnoxious music from dusk to dawn
drowning myself in bottles that numb reality
or make me feel a little less miserable
the longing for her gets worse as the night approaches
reckless phone calls to her despite having this peace agreement
I should have known from the start that once she was gone
it would be for life and no matter what
she would never want to be with me again
