Ink Stained Soul…

Two years ago today you kissed me and changed life. I would love to say it was easy to let go but I won’t lie to myself, even if I do to the rest of the world. The weight of loving you pulls me under a sea of tears at least once on a good day. The bad days, it drowns me. You are the only thing that haunts me this way, your laugh, voice, and touch. The nights we have had consume me. I swear I can feel you some nights, hear you say my name. I see you smile then the ache sets in. The dream I can’t obtain, us. Remembering the feeling of your eyes on me, piercing into my soul. The intensity of us without words simply because we burn for each other, something I can’t shake. Your silence and disregard have proven that nothing helps my ability to remove my love. Visions of being with you plaque me. The frequency of them have slowed up. It scares me. I don’t want to lose you there too. I have never been yours by title according to society, but I have been yours in a way that spans across infinite timelines and past lives. Bigger than the whole sky, that is what you are. My oxygen. Daily I struggle to breathe with the heaviness of your absence leaves inside me. I stare and get lost in my thoughts, you taking over. Two years of knowing and loving you, I grieve every single day in your absence still. I understand the term love of your life and loss of your life. You are both for me.