I have weeks where I want to be out every day until the sky is painted charcoal with the last flares of the sun's hug I have weeks where I want to stay inside every day because I'm barraged by human interaction and I need more air for my social lungs
But I'll never regret to answer your text Call you when I'm in distress Or invite you over to help me undress To feel your lips connect with my pores So that when you leave I'll miss you more Than I ever did the day before