It's a Saturday 12:29 a.m.
There's a spot on my pillow
that smells like you.
A chill runs down my spine,
so I tangle myself in the sheets
trapping in the warm air.
I wonder if the rain
lulls you to sleep,
like it does me?
1:30 a.m.
The rain has stopped.
I pinch the fat on my stomach,
What do you see in me anyways?
In my head you laugh
and say, "Everything."
2:00 a.m
I've laid here
thinking of how our names
sound perfect when combined.
Are we perfect combined?
I think so.
3:17 a.m.
I roll over and come across
the spot on my pillow.
I ache for you.
4:37 a.m.
I've lost a lot of sleep thanks to you.
I hope you're proud of yourself.
I like the way
you cover you mouth
when you laugh extra hard.
5:03 a.m
Sleep.