I hate how easily I remember things, that you would rather forget.

It's those nights,

The ones where you don't leave until 5 am. 

The ones where your lean in to kiss me in the dark

And you talk to me as we kiss, so that our lips brush

You bury your face into my neck

And we lie there and time seems to go so fast that it actually stops. 

We talk about life

and lust

and about all the great TV shows we want to see.

We talk about hopes

dreams

what we are missing

and where we want to be

Even though we don't have any answers

It's those nights, that I will never forget.