these days i paint my toenails light purple
and get lost watching the light through my own hair while riding the bus in the morning
these days the lights stay on
the blinds stay closed
and my throat feels a bit less tight
we kiss in all doorways, not just the one that takes me out
i feel my fingers buzzing for all the right reasons
i feel my skin drying and cooling against warm sheets, not the backseat of the taxi that takes me home
these days i'm finding windows are better than mirrors
and early mornings can be better secret keepers than midnights
and i'm learning a thing or two about softness
these days i fight heavy limbs and a tired soul to try and stay awake
just
a bit
longer
cause i'm scared i might miss something
and the thing is, i actually might
these days reality is giving my dreams a pretty good fight