so close sleeping
we were curled up, like children
lost and forgotten by the world
on her floor on her floor
and your lip ring was resting,
no where near me
but out bodies were kind of close
and i wondered what you would do
if you woke up cuddled next to me
i wondered if you could possibly see it like me
and i wanted to know..
how does your heart beat,
when the rest of you is sleeping?
we looked so alone
and i felt honestly like we were seperate
however unhappy with the situation
and you looked so beautiful and soft
a fairytale in new york on sarah’s floor
and last night in bed
i longed to be held
i clung to the comforter
like it’s warmth was security from the loneliness
i bought a copy of that comic book you had
i can read it and think of you.
but i can’t feel you
until my eyes slam hard asleep
and my heart slows down
sometimes i almost feel like we’re on the floor
so close sleeping
i wonder if you’re dreaming.