Just Another Moment to Her

It was just another moment for her  
When our lips touched she didn't feel the stillness of the Earth.  
Not like I did.  
 
Those long nights when she was with me.  
She cleaned my stained image of beauty.  
We talk without an end.  
But it was like there was no periods at the end of those sentences.  
Something was left unsaid.  
 
It's what was unsaid that lingers in my head.  
Almost like the warmth of her touch and the image of her in my bed.  
Did she want to tell me she was in love, and was it with me?  
Or was the other guy who laid on her sheets?  
Just tell me it was me, so I'll stop hearing what was unsaid like I hear silence in a quiet room.  
 
Tell me it was always me you fell for and that you made a mistake.  
That every shared emotion wasn't fake.  
Just imagining the way your tongue would press your teeth.  
When you, for the first time, tell me you love me.  
It brings heat to the surface of my skin like boiling water.  
 
Even though she's not here now, and my life is fading into a blur,  
I can't imagine the rest of my life without her.