sleepyhead

sleepyhead Jun 2013

everybody always writes about eyes but god they haven't seen anything until they've met her
she has these eyes i know they'd talk about on tv if she was a movie star, i just know it

sleepyhead Jun 2013

hallway windows, wave to me forever

these days i can see your face through two panes of glass and maybe even though my breath still shakes when you smile i can smile back and not be scared when im finally looking at you clear
because coming round that corner and seeing the back of your head where i know it always will be, at least for a few days more, thats all i need

sleepyhead Jun 2013

so you won't know

maybe it's too late
but you know i wonder if you notice how when i sit next to you my knees shake
the same way they did on our last night by a radiator
i wasn't cold, i think you knew that

sleepyhead May 2013

synonymous

i'm using your favourite number as a reference again
for explaining why i fell in love
well what can you expect from a boy who sleeps twelve inches under his bed with a fireplace
to rest his head
to be closer to the ground and the sky at the
same time
and some days i'm using your birthday
when people ask me why i talk
the way i do
it's all i can think to say when
it's hard to get words out that don't have some
secret meaning
always leading back to you

sleepyhead May 2013

k k k kiss me e e e

i'll open you up
and unfold you like a map of the world
           i can tell from the line that runs faintly
           from your forehead and dark down
           the centre of your lip
           you haven't been opened in
                       a long time
and i'll be careful not to tear you at the seams
as i read like roads and state lines your dreams
           i'll breathe in everything we are
           starcrossed - anxious and waiting to start
           until im tasting you from the front of my mind
           to the back of my tongue

sleepyhead May 2013

6am part ii

let's forget about our breathing
while everybody's sleeping
resting their tired magic heads
on bars and floors and broken beds

i'll ask you to stay just a little longer
i'll ask you to speak just a little stronger

well i know i talk like i'm a ghost
but god just let me get you close
and show you why i need you
the most

medicine hands that keep me flying
with hips that scream maybe you're not lying

and i know you like me better in the dark well
i think i like you better with your silhouette all stark
against the curtains letting streetlight in
while it dances on your starry sliver skin
my breath will dance across your starry silver skin

sleepyhead May 2013

...

sacred and scared

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*i sound so quiet when i ask you:
"show me what to do,
i just don't know what to do."