they could take me to rehab with how much I'd be alright relapsing to you

every friday night I have to delete your username from my recent searches

I'm not sending a text because I'm drunk
I'm drunk because I want an excuse to send a text

I guess moving to another continent can't stop the strain my heart feels
The walls pulling on each other
trying to lessen the distance from yours

no more thoughts and no more feelings
melting from behind my frontal bone
down my spine
filling into my liver
working through the night
detoxifying my blood
begging me to stop
burning down my taste buds
until the saliva is no longer produced
nothing to stop me
my insides screaming

There’s something beautiful about sleeping with someone
But really sleeping with someone
Fingers intertwined and hands clasped together
Body heat exchanging on your bare skin
Laying still in angst of waking the other
Feeling their gentle breath on your neck
In a room so silent,
You can hear your heart beat slowing down to match the rhythm of theirs
There’s something to note about sleeping aside another person.
For there’s nothing quite as romantic