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Tuesday, July 20, 2010

hey, kid, good morning. you look like an angel. I don't remember when we fell asleep

I ask if he got my message, in the dark, and he kisses me so softly and the world slowly shifts off-balance. I don't know what to do, I can't make any promises.

look at us lying here, dreaming. pretending

he answers my questions, says her name tentatively. a problem to our solution. we talk about the nights we hurt each other's feeling, the nights we felt sick and heartbroken over the wrong people. we feel our hearts race

perfectly balanced and then I start making conscious, deliberate mistakes

it felt like coming home

no one will understand


ash @ 5:58 AM