Marmalade-
Your name,
Slips from sweat-soaked teeth
And plops onto my lap
You told me you hate your curls,
But I could wrap myself in them completely,
comfortable I can
Dance around on crumbs with a cigarette dangling from my lips where that bench used to be
And I dont sleep as well as I did with Him but
I could be more Me in one night than I ever would be with You
I can be me with you
I made bets on how long you would last and I'm still waiting to see if I'll win
But my stomach hurts from laughter and I forgot how this felt
Your stomach is covered with ink and I remind you of it with my nails
We have yet to sleep before 4am and I have yet to want to sleep before 3
I want to talk to you until I run out of breath
I want to listen to you until I no longer hear
Not a day after
And no sooner too
Company.
We both needed company,
and we have found each other
instead