Is it weird that I long for you
even though I don't love you any more...
or at least not in the heart raising way
I love you as a memory of a ones great love
A first love so great it tipped me around
Made me stand on my toes
instead of burying my head in the ground
But though I still long for you
I long to lay in your arms
Feel you breathe and try to match that breathing
Try to remember its rhythm for times you weren't there
I miss laying in your bed talking about the nonsense floating in my mind
even though you rarely could catch up
making you confused instead
I miss laying in that bed
dreaming of the future I could see
for us, for you and even for me
It was a bright one, so bright and shiny
you almost possibly won't believe me
that I could have had glimmer, such hope
about myself.
But that was what you made me do
you made me hope, wish and dream
your bed was a cloud and your body the castle
your love a thing I had never dared to dream of
and it all came true and made me wish
wish in that tiny bed of yours
your bed has some of the best memories for me
the first I love you from your lips, (the first one I ever got)
the first time making love (how awkward it may have been)
and the most precious thing of them all...
Our very first kiss (though we were drunk)
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God this was so emotional to write, I hope you all enjoy this poem as it is very dear to my heart. I know it is bitter sweet and I actually cried writing this. But for me it is more happy than anything else, this is a poem so filled with memories that it made me cry I guess...