Her

It's been long since  I wrote 

It's been so long since the smell of ink and fresh paper inspired me 

But not only ink, her smell calls out to me 

Her hair, when it's wet, arouses me 

I can't resist the feeling 

The sound her tongue makes when she is talking to me 

I can't let her go, I'll never, it's the Pisces in me

I remember the first time,   the stench of the dinning hall suddenly disappeared when I saw her 

The noise of the schools compound that constantly hammered my head didn't feel quite as intense 

When her eyes first met mine 

Heart felt heavy, like hers was gravity 

I wanted more than anything that day for we  to be more than lovers 

I battered her with questions like I am a fbi agent

 

Telling me things like the queen she is 

I wanted to know her whole life in a matter of seconds 

To know why she smiles, how she sleeps 

I remember our first birthday 

I still read the card you gave me

I remember everything like it was the past second 

I remember her love, her world so sincere

Imposter was I clouding her atmosphere 

A darkness designed as a light flare 

I remember her buttering bread in my room

Her smile when she raised her eyes felt like my heart is in a car crash 

I remember her falling asleep on my chest 

Her posture so graceful  like she's her majesty's highness

I remember her wanting to hear my voice at least twice daily 

To now not wanting our talks to be an everyday thing 

Her is what I want but her....heart is no more in mine