Cuando Te Besé

When I close my eyes, your silhouette stands clear like a black and white image in my mind.

Trying to forget you, has just heightened my senses, as I'm now left with the way your skin pressed against mine, the way you tasted against my lips, the scent you left on me, that lingered like your presence in my mind.

I'm haunted by my senses and your memory as I try to move on to something without you.

Now, that it's a whirlwind of changes surrounding us, who's to say we were meant to be or would last?

I still remember those few glances we would exchange and your face lit up with a grin, because being with you was the best feeling.

You, were my happiness.

You made me feel safe, and whole.

Cuando te bese, I felt my world ignite.

Ignited from you actually listening to me, being there for me, being friends before lovers.

Even though time has passed and I've learned once again how to stand alone, no other even holds a thought in my mind because I was head over heels for you, and it felt like no one could ever replace you.

So, I'm brought back to those moments when you'd smile, laugh, or those hours that felt like seconds as we let time pass us by.

You were my enough, until you weren't anymore.

Gray Bubbles

It's another summer day, here I am burned from the sun, but the only thing burning are my emotions for you.

While going about my day, I can't help but allow my thoughts to drift off to you, to us; and this smile glistens across my face when I see your name light up on my phone, accompanied by the popcorn ringtone that only you have.

Those gray text bubbles can only last for so long.

So long until I'm dying to see you, be with you, and feel your strong hands embrace me.

I hold my words back, because I'm afraid to tell the truth. I'm afraid to share how I feel in fear of losing you and what we have, so I settle for what I think I deserve, because you've made it clear there's no future for us.

When you both want different things, and are still figuring things out, it's hard to make things work when it's only you who wants more.

Here I am, silenced by gray bubbles and a man who makes me feel so used, selectively. Wanting more has never come at such a cost of this dull ache in my chest, and empty promises I still fall for each time.

Because saying I miss you isn't enough, because maybe I wasn't enough.