Hungover bodies spilled side by side dehydration gets to you first,
shoes in hand, you walk out the door, quiet.
Left over pint of cheap gin in your pocket, set aside for the afternoon.
Joke’s on you, I’m still drunk and I haven’t slept in three days.
As the daylight stretches thin
I trade sorrow for monotonous routine.
I welcome long nights and slurred speech with opened arms.
Joke’s on me cause booze don’t cut it no more.
I’ve been wearing long sleeves since September
for practicality, mainly.
I wonder if anyone notices how many times
I’ve excused myself to cry in the bathroom at parties…
I turn you on your side when we sleep cause I love you, sure,
but mostly cause it’s easier to go through your pockets this way.
I don’t care,
I don’t want to think about it.
I miss I miss I miss.
The feel the feel the feel,
of me when I was warm and
Why do I even have a calendar?
Pages don’t turn themselves.
Time does funny things to people like us,
hours run around in circles
Begin again right where we left off.
Lucid dreams with your orange shirt so vivid.
Joke’s on me, I’m in love again.
But we don’t say that to each other anymore.
It’s better this way,
It is better to ride out the limbo of uncertainty,
until one of us falls off.
The edge of the earth never looked so promising.