but not my last ones.

it skips, eye to eye

and swirls tip to toe;

but you're not the one.

a need for it to be,

but it couldn't,

not even for a grasp.

a sheep always yearns,

for its wool with warmth.

its peeled to skin,

in the brisk.

stripped flawless.

isolated, yet decayed

for i was the sheep.

my mind swells,

recalling those words

they puncture vividly.

separation and leaving

why do we seem to remember,

let my wound heal.

shall they vanish.

scorching on my cheeks,

a memory to recall

kiss my heart;

so it shall stop ticking

and my problem will go.

stomach in knots;

he utters worship to me

a planted kiss on it.

i savor for a brief.

but may i mourn

for the unrequited last.

in eyes or lips;

unseal exposed

you view me as one.

conceited and selfless,

as two instead of me.

dignity is brazen

piercing mine,

belittled by mouth.

scorn is a slick to tongue

irks wrinkle the eyes,

it wears you in flowers.

ravish it into fond,

reveals as despise.

itches my skin

shred it as cloth;

anger provokes my throat,

claws on the door.

it stings my eyes, like how

knives bite and chew.

derive my heart,

dissect it like threads

grasp the love inside;

that is slurred upon.

fingers that soothed myself

and the strained skin.

may imagination never be outside

nevermore be pure.

too frigid to be vastly from.

likely to be nowhere

to guess you today.

pray to the sky

up and high;

to decay in trees,

that would stay with me through cold and hot.

a reflection of a mother i feared to stare

i put my knees upon a ground to not be;

what fear itself despises the most.

an eye swells from staring at something so tender to make it frown,

fingers trace another to yearn for him

i leave claws on his while his leaves fingerpints.

sip as if its a bother to have.

your mind runs around while i gather what you wanted

shall i lean into your fingers.

worship a kiss to the skin.

our fingers bent together sealed upon us

savor my words for once.

orange leaves i see on my feet.

your pale fingers fidgeting every source

my eyes always seem to always look;

you make my heart twist into patterns

upon everything,

i will seal my fingers -

with yours.

devotion just to hear your lips chatter,

a yearn pulls my heart strings

twisting to you always

whenever it would be updating about your day

or you are telling me about stories with your friends while i listen in agreement.

i miss the thought of me listening to your laugh while we talk about stupid stuff.

i miss the way we would be vulnerable even if it was something small,

or too big.

you were everything i ever wanted and missed every second, whether it was in the moment or not. i miss it all.

i would tell you things like it was nothing-

because i was so comfortable with the idea of you listening to me.

even if it was about my day or how much i loved hamburgers, and disliking people.

when i would push you away, in due to anger; being immature as could be,

you never pushed me away not even once.

being happy was so easy with you,

when i never had to force being real with you.

i miss the feeling of being eachothers, even if it was for a bit. but i know for sure, we always seem to find our way to eachother again.