i'm trying to settle down but
bugs keep crawling over me
like your words

or so the story goes,
its ink is dropping onto the bedroom floor.
where we drop our clothes
and where our skin meets,
i'm yours.

some sorta gift you've been asking for
all along
but too much for you to comprehend
i wish i could
sing you songs
for when you're lying in bed
those little thoughts buzzing around your head.

and my chest is hollow
when you're not here
my words flow
much better
after a few beers