It has occurred to me,
At 2:20
That you’re not coming back.I was delusional for ever thinking such things.
Did you want to hold my hand,
Or to be able to slide a hand past fabric?Was it me you loved,
Or the idea of falling in love?It’s 3:27
And I thought it was still a quarter to eleven.Thank you for playing a game we all like to play.
Illusions and lies.
Lips and thighs,
Oh your brown eyes.How I would fall for them all over again,
If you were to be back.
and how often I find myself, waking in the middle of the night,
a frown settled firmly in,constantly feeling—
how terrible it is to wake up to just white sheets and broken dreams.
how terrible it is to not have your arms around me.and you’re the only one who seems to cloud my mind,
and I keep hoping that it will stop in due time.oh those bright brown eyes,
and how often they would cry,it’s a shame I can’t hold you no longer.
it’s quite a shame that I think I shouldn’t even bother.inhale and exhale,
and fall asleep now.
