i've been pretending all night that he is in my bedroom asleep and waiting for me to finish so still and patient just waiting for me to crawl into my spot in the darkness so that he can roll over and flop his arms around me without even waking.
i haven't escaped these street lights just yet. mixed numbers, sore hands, and broken plans. someday when the curtains breathe and the fan sighs our blankets will muffle every word and we will drown in our pillows forgetting each story.
have you ever been driving down a road that you have driven almost a million times through out your whole life... and suddenly not recognized it? startled because suddenly you have no idea where you are.
stuck in limbo and frantically searching for the one person who can pull me out. i don't fit with either anymore. i try with at least a good portion of myself but i end up stuck everytime. [everytime.]
