Nov 2014
Slap me.
Slap me until your name stops coming into my thoughts every .5 seconds, I want to stop the echo that is a reminder.
Pinch me so I can wake up from the dreams I have every night, that used to be my favorite reality, but at least then I can finally hear your voice again. Speaking to me, speaking through me. Maybe alternate universes exist or maybe I took too many pills and this is dying. Because oxygen is vacuumed out of my lungs when you're sad and I need your eyes to light up like the morning sunrise I wish I could have spent staring at with you if we could even force ourselves to wake up before dawn. Perhaps soon enough I will again be drifting off into more visions of you, while listening to you sleep, feeling you breathe beneath me. Your arms are my blanket and your body my mattress, being close to you is my perfect kind of fire. But for now I will have to leave these past events and future desires in my dreams, until they can once again become my favorite reality.
Slap me until your name stops coming into my thoughts every .5 seconds, I want to stop the echo that is a reminder.
Pinch me so I can wake up from the dreams I have every night, that used to be my favorite reality, but at least then I can finally hear your voice again. Speaking to me, speaking through me. Maybe alternate universes exist or maybe I took too many pills and this is dying. Because oxygen is vacuumed out of my lungs when you're sad and I need your eyes to light up like the morning sunrise I wish I could have spent staring at with you if we could even force ourselves to wake up before dawn. Perhaps soon enough I will again be drifting off into more visions of you, while listening to you sleep, feeling you breathe beneath me. Your arms are my blanket and your body my mattress, being close to you is my perfect kind of fire. But for now I will have to leave these past events and future desires in my dreams, until they can once again become my favorite reality.
