I have to intoxicate my mind to remember you.
I have to step out of my being,
go into another sphere of consciousness
just to draw out the memories of your skin against mine.
I wasn’t who I am today when you were around.
I believed in love with you.
All consuming, destructive and life-giving,
black and white, opposites attract type of love.
My heart gets two sizes smaller with each year.
My mind plummets into alcohol and weed anytime
I want to write about love.
And with time my words went from describing
a beautiful love to describing exquisite pain.
