Skin

My skin is starved
It forgets the sensation
Sunday morning sunshine
Soft and bare
It’s been so long
I don’t even ache anymore

Sunshine

You were a burst of kisses
Planted everywhere
On my smiling face

Be Yourself

I saw the chameleon in real time
It alarmed me
How you shifted into this other persona
I questioned myself
If I had been another fool in your game
I can't tell what's real
Which face is actually your own
Not a costume
Do I know you at all?

Which is it

This is why
I'll never understand
If I am too much
Or not enough

Bedtime Story

I would’ve stayed up all night
Laughing and listening
You make hours feel like minutes
I could get lost in your words
Or even drift off to the sound of your voice
Tell me another bedtime story

Nice

It’s been 69 days
Since any lips
Have touched my own

Lingering

It's so unfair that you're lingering here
My recovery takes a step back when anything reminds me of you
Your bumper stickers on someone else's car
Waking thinking of that morning you stole a kiss before work
How cruel that I long for those moments
When I thought you were on board
The way a smile spread so wide across your face
You rattle around my head
Still