It all felt reclusive as I went through the whirlwind of nostalgia, I lost all my self-control, & nirvana became foreign to my being.

His jersey, His scent plunged me back into a sphere of mementos, of how we used flicker just to keep this love burning.

My heart feels heavy when I’m reminded that his kisses could make pain evaporate, or of his warm flesh, on the days when I am coldest inside.

He gave me one look, through the library mirror and I knew, I just knew that he missed me as much as I did him

still my broken heart dances to his black gospels, and my tongue sings his praises

We burst into a ball of fire & we burnt when we collided, My heart broke, & still bleeds, at the thought that I can’t have him anymore.

It grows weary, & shatters into pieces when he sees me trying my hardest to stay away.

But no matter how hard I try, like a spellbound muggle I’m drawn back in by his smile