Another cold night alone
with nothing but the ringing in my ears
and the traffic on the hill
as I grind into sleep.
You are missing from me
I need your smells to welcome me home.
I want your warmth left on the couch cushion.
I have to see girl stuff infiltrate my cabinets.
Please
Bring me yoga pants left on the chair
and random hair ties in weird places
and long hairs on the pillow
and clean dishes
and **** that I would never think of cooking
and stretch marks
and skin products
and grace
and beauty
and soft lips
and smooth curves
and wet folds
and a soft touch
and mood swings
and chub rolls
and dresses, lots of dresses.
Give me your shadows weight
and your insecurities
and fears
and scars
and let me carry
your nothing.
I will help you heal
This cold night,
this tortuous loneliness,
this moment,
Now,
I need you here
Be my sugar.
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 4:02 AM UTC
Another cold night alone
with nothing but the ringing in my ears
and the traffic on the hill
as I grind into sleep.
You are missing from me
I need your smells to welcome me home.
I want your warmth left on the couch cushion.
I have to see girl stuff infiltrate my cabinets.
Please
Bring me yoga pants left on the chair
and random hair ties in weird places
and long hairs on the pillow
and clean dishes
and **** that I would never think of cooking
and stretch marks
and skin products
and grace
and beauty
and soft lips
and smooth curves
and wet folds
and a soft touch
and mood swings
and chub rolls
and dresses, lots of dresses.
Give me your shadows weight
and your insecurities
and fears
and scars
and let me carry
your nothing.
I will help you heal
This cold night,
this tortuous loneliness,
this moment,
Now,
I need you here
Be my sugar.
