Cause we were making memories

I confection outrageous perfect mistakes on my way to forget you, then I realize you're so away.
Sometimes after bar hoping/ soulmind sloshing my brain I stumble myself home alone. I spent more than a few minutes looking thru the cupboard all the kisses that went wasted on better days. We didn't know or comprehend that they were not ignorable but were needed and fucking mandatory.I just knew that for me it was passion colliding with intense vivid memories .The kind that haunts you in a pleasant way.On your eyes I could see fear and excitement.The kind of fuel
that ignited my bones. But on both of us I sensed that junkie relief, pure bliss.
And while I liked to remain in your life way more than an instant, I'm afraid there's too many mornings for my type of selfish love.
Not really an asking person but I sure did begged for stray atoms of You to appear on some of the warmest Carribean Utopian nights through my shiny fractured window.