Her lips
Red and swollen from kissing someone else
Her teeth
Sharp and tobacco stained
Stained from bad habits and the spit of her new girlfriend

Her eyes
Once bright and resembling green orbs
Now dull
Murky
Like pond water

Inhale
silence
Exhale
I miss inhaling the smell of her
I think
if
I could see her again
I would hug her
inhale the smell
try to pretend she didn't smell like
depressed, sad nights
Late night cigarettes
smoked behind hands
Try to pretend she didn't smell like
Angst and depression itself
I’ll try to imagine she still smells
Like her
soft
warm
Men's axe

because she didn't care about gender
labels

Depressed
Anxious
Needing the one thing we don't have:
Each other.
Just one more night
one more night
of
crying
Tangled limbs
Begging
Pleading
"Please don't leave."

Her hands
Grasping mine

Pulling

Tugging

Sometimes I imagine she’s in front

of

me

Holding her hand out to me

I reach out

my hand

Aching

Needing

Desperate to be

filled

but then

I snap back to

Reality

where she isn’t mine anymore.

I try to remember those hands

soft

warm

Empty

yet

always moving

graceful

lines across

empty pages.

I try to picture her face

But

I’m starting to

Forget.

Her eyes

mouth

lips

whispering to me

that she doesn’t want

me

Anymore.

Sometimes I picture her

maybe with a girl

Glaring me right in my

Empty

Eyes

Taunting me

Teasing.

Licking her lips

Tantalizingly

Arctic Monkeys

in the background

Our

band

Before leaning in to that other girl

Smirking

looking like she knows

the crushing feeling in my

chest.
we both know

I’m the last person before this girl

to touch her

kiss her

talk to her like that.

I worry

She just doesn’t miss me anymore.

I know

Eventually

she’ll forget

me

and

Everything

that

happened.

It’s inescapable

but

For now

I like to hope that

she’s thinking about me

like I think about her.

Even if

She forgets,

I don’t think

I

could

ever

forget

Her.