5:18 A.M
The fall air was cold and uninviting.
Your warm breath caressing the nape of my neck in shallow strokes as you slept kept me warm.
Your arm nuzzled solemnly between my body and the bed gave me a nostalgic feeling
A feeling of warmth
Something perfect for the quickly approaching time of year.
A feeling that was always unwitting to me.
It bothered me though
That you'd never have me stop by in the daytime..
As if the substances you indulge in along with the cloak of nightfall provide the perfect setting for you to reel me in.
You said you didn't wanna sleep alone, but the context felt as though only my body should attend, my soul and mind knowing that staying home was the safest option.
Huh..
You always wanted a poem.
Too bad I can only express myself at a time you lay dormant.
I wanna roll over and fully accept you,
Into my arms
Or something like that
Understand My minds a mess
Incapability of trust, overbearing anxiety and a sense of eagerness float the vast terrain of my subconscious before finally mixing to form a deadly concoction.
Understand I'm trying
I wanna believe your intentions are pure
But your palm rested against my breast wasn't your way of tending to my heart
5:35 A.M
A slight shift of positions placed you slightly farther from me
Me being deeply over-emotional
And you being deep in sleep clashed as I overthought the situation
The gradual space between us representing more than you getting comfortable.
It's sad..
I couldn't see you up at 6 in the morning writing poetry about me as you watched me sleep.
As much as I'd enjoy that..
Damn, that sounded creepy.
One day I'll learn to keep my unrealistic emotions in check
And prevent them from overflowing over the brim of my soul and into the ears of another.
