on the bright side,
i’m having a rare sunday off,
thank you mother nature.
i used to be scared to death
that you were never coming back.
but it doesn’t matter
because you would never follow me anyways
so then i guess i never have to come back
At 1:03 in the morning, I belong in your arms, kissing your hands while you ask me if I want to smoke a cigarette before bed. I can’t stop looking at every feature of your face that I adore, every shadow and detail that I’ve been away from for so long. I don’t want to waste another second looking at the ground when I don’t know the next time I’ll be able to look you in the eyes. It’s 1:05 in the morning, and I love you.