Do you want to taste my memories?

I wanted to write a poem that you would understand	Love is like skipping: if you know the secret, you can learn to fly	Two teenagers on love	It’s in his name and his clothes and his hands and his lips
lately I can't speak words fail me why won't this end	Your angel stayed long after everything else was gone	Today, after love, I looked at my lover	Taste the Future
Memories we live in	May 26, 2009	I see your lips, the summer kisses, the sunburned hands I used to hold	Life is an ocean. We wanted to swim.
On she went. The woods were deep and still.	You can get to my heart by making me cry	Afterwards, in the stillness of exhaustion	Sparkling like a star in his hand, melting like a snowflake
Kiss me, you are beautiful. These are truly the last days.	No one wants you the way you are	Tell me of good things that are happening in life	underwhelming dystopian futures
Newton under a tree, dreaming	Republic of Fear	you kissed me on that night you can't remember