Perfect Chemistry

The days have jumped roped over barbed wire, from weeks to months
Then hopped scotch over morphed boxes of perfectly blazed fire, from the months to a year.
And I thought I learned how to be rid of you.
Burning every mental picture of your crystal blue eyes
and broke the mirror of you and I when we leaped down the rabbit's hole, holding hands. Running from life.
And see, falling is not what I do best, but in love?
That was not what I was trying to do.
Redirecting my whole life again. You pry open my chest and compress my heart close to your breasts.
Showing me who really cared.
And all I can say about the stitches you left before is,
It wasn't your fault. But mine. And I'm sorry I left.
Because I was running to find myself again, unknowingly knowing you were showing me the door of loving.
Shortly after I left I crashed.
And yes, I remember the last day I saw you, and the glance we gave each other.
But passing the thought of forgetting is in past.
And I guess what I'm trying to say is... I miss you. Come back?