is better than going to a fancy restaurant, or a party of people we don’t know
it’s better than commutes on the train with you,
or walking in the rain with you
partly because when your eyes are closed you look so at peace
partly because of your even breathing,
partly because of your love for big sweatshirts
partly because of our intertwined hands passing warmth between us.
It is hard to believe when I’m with you that time exsists at all
that the planet is spinning, and the whole universe is expanding,
and the stars twinkle on the other side of the earth
leaving us so small and weak, laying in the rays of the warm sun
that come streaming through my window
and your chest rising and falling, and you hair spread out on the pillow,
and the dust around us falling more slowly than usual
and
the tick of the clock, and the sound of still air, and the occasional creak
of the wooden floor doesn’t seem real, and in this house,
in this room, I share with you my sanctuary of silence,
for you are my only grasp on reality, yet you pull me
into the unknown
at the very
same
time
I look
at you, and I would rather look at you than all the rock stars in the world
except for maybe The 1975, because their concerts are incredible
but if we went to see them together, I’d have both to enjoy
if I went alone, I’d have fun dancing and singing along,
but I’d rather us be together,
and we’d kiss to the intro of fallingforyou.
I’d rather us be together, I’d rather watch you jump to the beat of the music
and in the comfort of my house, I’d rather watch you twirl around
in my living room to the music in our heads.
or we can just nap together
because taking a nap with you is peaceful, and quiet and soft
and better than everything else
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
is better than going to a fancy restaurant, or a party of people we don’t know
it’s better than commutes on the train with you,
or walking in the rain with you
partly because when your eyes are closed you look so at peace
partly because of your even breathing,
partly because of your love for big sweatshirts
partly because of our intertwined hands passing warmth between us.
It is hard to believe when I’m with you that time exsists at all
that the planet is spinning, and the whole universe is expanding,
and the stars twinkle on the other side of the earth
leaving us so small and weak, laying in the rays of the warm sun
that come streaming through my window
and your chest rising and falling, and you hair spread out on the pillow,
and the dust around us falling more slowly than usual
and
the tick of the clock, and the sound of still air, and the occasional creak
of the wooden floor doesn’t seem real, and in this house,
in this room, I share with you my sanctuary of silence,
for you are my only grasp on reality, yet you pull me
into the unknown
at the very
same
time
I look
at you, and I would rather look at you than all the rock stars in the world
except for maybe The 1975, because their concerts are incredible
but if we went to see them together, I’d have both to enjoy
if I went alone, I’d have fun dancing and singing along,
but I’d rather us be together,
and we’d kiss to the intro of fallingforyou.
I’d rather us be together, I’d rather watch you jump to the beat of the music
and in the comfort of my house, I’d rather watch you twirl around
in my living room to the music in our heads.
or we can just nap together
because taking a nap with you is peaceful, and quiet and soft
and better than everything else
