number 4

I wish I could turn my brain off and go back to where you were in my arms. I wish I could taste that first kiss and feel your hearts beat next to mine. I wish I didn't promise not to pour whiskey on it when all I want to do is not feel. The true sorrow is being alone in this un known... Literally grasping for transparent strings to pull myself up.... In these circles we move, the not knowing hurts and carves the deepest... I just want to give in to love and live, and I want your hand in mine more than I want breath in my lungs..