did you know
after you spend the night
i don't change my sheets
for at least a week
until they don't smell like you
& i'm just left with a ***** bed
it's just that touching you
feels so rare sometimes
i want your hands grabbing my hair sometimes
did you know
i've read about 109 books in my life
some nights the pages would hold me
when someone told me
you were dating somebody new
i tell myself "they don't get it-
your sparks aren't like shooting stars
'cause they say shooting stars are dying
and you are so alive"
but, they probably do
it's okay though
because your smile is the sweetest library
i've ever seen
& all i wanna do is kiss your volumes
till i can recite the shape of your eyes
from memory
don't you know, i'd be so well-read
lying here
in my
*****
bed.