Thought Catalog


Missing You

I’ll count the freckles on your skin and connect them like the constellations your fingertips traced across inked skies that night our lips were too scared to meet each other.

You’re A Ghost In My Mind

Your whisper is like a ghost in my mind 
The subtle inflection haunting my brain 
Calling to me in the night
Each and every word dragging me back 
To the place I’m trying to escape