i am your sick day.

we met in my bedroom.
we didn't talk much.
we kept it sexual.

I don't need you.
But it sure feels good to kiss you
and I don't love you.
but it sure feels good to want you and,

we roll in tattered sheets.
Held together by recycled promises.

I don't know you.
But it sure feels good to touch you.
I don't belong to you,
but it sure feels good to pretend.

I have witnessed hearts that forget their place in their own chest.
Beating without a purpose is just as bad as forgetting to.

i swear im coming down alive.

Days have passed where i awake first with blurry morning eyes that just want somebody there.

Please pull the sheets over my head and tell the world I'm sleeping in

most likely.

I'm probably just asking to go home when I push you up against the wall.
I'm probably everything you'd ever want.

believe me

there are times when things are awkward, when the headache i have is caused by something other than the weather or the noise, and the line between what i should and shouldn't do gets blurry. the pile of clothes in the middle of my bedroom floor gets higher and higher, and i am home less and less, but i let the opportunity i have go without a fight.

shut up and appreciate me.

i think i realize now that the way i want to feel can't be felt with you.
you half made me believe i was half something to you.
stop telling me what you think i want to hear and start telling me some truth.

standstill

as summer ends it sends reminders that life is just one big countdown