Sunday afternoon was spent in my best friends bed.
It isn't like that, I swear,
it's just that when I'm with him,
I don't have to be anybody else.
It's just that when I'm with him,
I don't have to worry
about scaring him away.
It's just that when I'm with him,
I don't have to use the extra brainpower
that is the filter between me and other people.
It's just that when I laid there
it was a lot like coming home
and a lot like I never left.
It's just that when I'm with him
I don't have to worry about being homeless,
because it feels like something
permanent.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC
Sunday afternoon was spent in my best friends bed.
It isn't like that, I swear,
it's just that when I'm with him,
I don't have to be anybody else.
It's just that when I'm with him,
I don't have to worry
about scaring him away.
It's just that when I'm with him,
I don't have to use the extra brainpower
that is the filter between me and other people.
It's just that when I laid there
it was a lot like coming home
and a lot like I never left.
It's just that when I'm with him
I don't have to worry about being homeless,
because it feels like something
permanent.
August 12th, 2014
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