Tracing the tattoos on your arm with the pupils of my eyes
Should I touch
The night is getting older
The mistakes I haven’t made yet are making me anxious
The conversation I’m hiding from you is beginning to make my lips turn blue
But you have become exceedingly good at turning them purple
Merging my misery with your happiness
Finding the average in a not-so-average pair
Remaining too close for comfort
While comfortably numb to both yesterday and tomorrow’s heart ache
I’m scared because you make me feel
You make me think
You make me someone other than the man I used to be
And I’m having trouble deciding if that’s a good or bad thing right now
The good news today is that I always see you in my dreams
The bad news tomorrow is that I may forever see you in my nightmares