Tattoo

There was a sense of excitement when I saw you appear and glance in my direction. It was a dry several months until you came around, but here you were walking towards me and it was all happening so suddenly.

Five weeks ago we had our first thrilling adventure together, and thirty five days later we were closer than ever.

How did I let it become to this, now as I recount it all; I so desperately sought you out that I became a new me to be with you.

It's like in the past when I thought I could hold onto someone by sharing a moment more than us two being together, and not even that was strong enough.

So now as I sit in a filled coffee shop, I think of where I would've been if you had responded, if you had wanted me; if you really cared. There's no going back, and I completely own up to my actions in my past and decisions I've made.

It's mutual, the wants we need and the feelings shared, we had agreed no feelings; yet here I am getting attached to you always being there.

You were the second person I let in, yet the first of its own that time was spent with and shared.

You caught me at your sideways glances, crooked smile and late night talks to the moon about how I thought you made me feel. You showed me new parts of the world that existed, I hadn't explored before except you never were enough for me emotionally and maybe that's why it fell into place so seamlessly.

Yet, it's like ever since we've been together, my whole body warms and tingles when someone mentions your name or I see you. And, it's funny how things change over night between the hours of midnight to five in the morning.

We were there seeking one another at midnight, and several hours later there we were getting lost within the warm summer mornings watching the sun rise into the sky.

I'm sure you aren't going to be the first tattoo that lingers on my skin, so take me back to summer nights, sweaty palms and foggy windows.