You taste like poetry..

A freewrite:

you taste like poetry. like all the words falling from your mouth, evaporating in air. when our tongues dance. frolicking even. I know that what has occured can not be forgotton. it must be written. for future use, no not really, just so i remember the feeling. so I remember those days we spent walking along the beach, hand in hand, two sets of footprints. I want to remember all of that and more. I want to remember the feel of your embrace, the sound of your voice, the smell of your hair. Everything and more. I wanted to remember you for what you were. For what you are, I suppose. The past you is somewhere inside you today. Maybe buried deep, but it's still there. I want you to remember me too. So long as it doesnt hurt you of course. I don't want to impact your life in anyway other then a learning experience. The love we felt wasn't true, maybe at the time, but not looking back. It was pure affection. And although I can't deny I did really like you, I can't say i was in love. I wasn't. But it was definetely something. I want you to remember me for me, and all the things I said and how I made you feel. I'm hoping that's enough to make you still like me. To make you still, feel a connection to me. A bond. Or at least.. realize I was more then just a person you'll pass on the street one day. I want you to remember. I want you to remember like I remember you. You and your poetry.

-JPP