I laid in my bed, staring out my broken screen window, And I thought of you. The stars in the sky remind me of your mind, An endless galaxy of thought and memory. I dreamed with open eyes that you laid next to me, Whispering small things in my ear And gently tracing the scars on my arm. The small blisters covering my skin Throbbing and sensitive under your calloused fingers. We could talk about the little things that make life great, Or you could kiss me senseless.
These hopes and thoughts repeat every night. The imagery and technicolor thoughts leave shivers Running through my entire body. I know you dream of this, too.
Repost of an older poem. The thoughts are still true. And I hope to any god that will hear me that it stays that way.