Bitterly clinging to my skin, the windows of your car have frozen over. 4:00 AM and you're curling up to me, making jokes in my ear. I've forgotten who we are to compensate for who we were.
my muscles will ache with the change in the weather just promise me we'll stay together buried in this room the light shining through nothing disturbing us just me and you
a sense of urgency and the knowledge that the distance will inflate like a child's imagination in a matter of minutes, pushes you into a speedy loss of self control that'll sleep in my veins and cry in my arteries
I don't think my poetry serves you justice; if anything, it's a disservice and I'll never be able to pen something that will have as much significance as your stride in a busy city street, or the way you can love me, even when I don't deserve it.