Laying awake at 3am because I popped on.

Your a little cranky when I move so I stay silent.

I go outside to ease my mind and some dude has a hitter

So I ask if I can have one.

He lets me get a pull of a bowl he already hit

But fuck it cause I can’t sleep with this jitter.

I try to smoke another cig and I throw up in the street.

I go back up stairs to find you content.

I get in softly behind you so I won’t shiver.

Our bodies fit in unison and it’s hard not to be in love with you

When you sleep and still are to my benefit.

You rustle a little and mumble something bitter.

I tell you I love you and kiss your neck much like a spirt.

I close my eyes and let my lashes touch your ears that are split.

You slightly quiver and I wish this moment could be trapped in a picture.

Laying in bed at 3:30 with no need of rest.

I say nothing more and even swallow my spit.

There is nothing better than being to fucked up to use the covers

And holding a peaceful breathing flower

With no more intentions of trying to quit

But only noticing the beauty of the lovers.

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