she's like sleeping beauty and by that I mean she's beautiful and she'd rather be sleeping right now
Falls asleep instantly eyes closed tight in between lines in our argument
let me give you a better example and we shift the scene to a bedroom plagued by doubt but despite that the sheets are soft comfort, liquid warm radiance To the end of a conversation at the beginning of a night
Me: Did you know that? Her: Yup. Me: Well did you know you're beautiful? Her: LOUD SNORING NOISES
But where am I going with this?
I don't know
I'm going to better days to reminders kissprint frozen on the window of my car
To the cutest little kick I have ever seen as an excited girl enters buffalo wild wings after working 12 hours
excited because I'm there
That's where I'm going. Back in time to "she likes my hands despite the warts"
I don't know
back to my hands let them be a hammock so I can hold her rocking because she'd rather be sleeping
Because sleep escapes the day escapes the people and the way I say the thoughts that echo in her mind she's horrible guilty fire tired knife wounds twisting resisting the urge to ram my self righteousness down her throat
I gave her my coat and she asked if I smoked (because that's a deal breaker) I told her no
and the next time she slipped her hand in my arm and the next time she slipped her thoughts in my mind slipped her hands through my hair her tongue in my mouth her lightning in my eyes
surprise I don't know I don't know My hands are distilled comfort drink them up this might be a beer you actually like
I don't know
I don't know
If we work If we can
go back to strained conversations in which I am dying and she is existing in the same place with another person because that's what she's all about
A kiss Another kisses close our mouths to the arguments
and a single text drips back into my thoughts
"Please don't leave me."
And I wonder if I am speaking to her or the depression if she lets it be her face for a while while her mind rests in the background of her life