thoughts after a night in
I always light up a cigarette as soon as you leave, I know you hate smoking.
Your side of the bed is actually my side, but I still sleep better when you’re there
(and I want you there all of the time)
How you can be one of the most intelligent/retarded individuals I know.
You never stress, you actually are how I act and it drives me nuts.
I’m transitory, and you are so much stone. It’s different, and nice.
Somedays I think you are stuck in your head, so analytical but not emotional.
(Not that you don’t feel, but you can think so cleraly through the messes.)
There have been many messes, before we finally fell into equilibrium.
I think you are attracted to the opposites I represent.
You love my tattoos, but you wont say so.
(I can tell though, when you trace them while you think I’m sleeping)
You get along so well with me and mine, you can never know the relief that is.
I’ve permanently switched my shampoo since you like the smell.
I am afraid to let you see my sketchbook. Terrified.
You’re the first person I’ve gone to a concert with and not ditched to go off alone.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to fight with you.
(Unsatisfying, uncomfortable)
I worry you wont, or will, hold as much stock in my flaws as I do.
I like you though. I didn’t plan to.
Stick around?
