and that's where you're wrong

golden thoughts  

and broken hearts 

meetings at the airport’s hotel 

at half past nine   

expensive bed sheets 

one luggage bag 

only 

the paradox of drowning 

under so much pain

and yet 

being able to breath you deeply

enduring 

resting 

digging memories  

under the sheets we used to share 

they’re so old and yet 

so new

cause they don’t smell like you

anymore 

the paradox 

of letting go

and yet reminiscing 

the roadtrips

the sunsets 

the innocence    

the balance 

the 2AM phone calls 

and then 

your smell  

your hands 

your car   

your skin

your lips  

we both still beg for more 

silently 

from miles away 

how we used to make out on the back seat   

and when we were in the heat of it 

you whispered my name  

oh

yes 

this is our creation  

our safety deposit  

our own deviation

our parallel loop

our one million puzzle 

our physical pleasure 

our complex structure 

our bizarre endless maze 

it's all in our head

but it’s somewhere 

it’s something 

is it   

the planning 

the dreaming  

the excitement 

the 

raw

wild

pure

intentions 

what I miss the most? 

your door is still open
and that’s where you’re wrong