Poetry and All Things Alike

Daily Life

Sunday mornings have never been too amazing,

but to wake up next to you makes them wonderful.

I could easily spend my life waking up with you

only to go on more adventures,

because you somehow still want me here

even when I'm drunk and cruel.

But baby, when we're both wasted the way you touch me

is like kissing the sun.

You heat up every part of me

then watch me catch fire so we can burn together.

I missed you Sunday night, but Monday afternoon was different.

You made the worst day of the week my favorite,

and if everyday could be like yesterday

I might just spend my life wishing everyday was Monday,

because even though I am broken

you get me.

You're bruised too.

So pull me closer and lets just hurt together

and figure out the ways that we can get back at those bastards.

You'll kiss my neck, and I'll peck your cheek

in the hopes that we can make each other's worlds a little less bleak.

2 AM on Tuesday morning was nothing like 4:41 AM on Saturday

because that was passion.

You pulled me into the dark and pushed me to the wall

using your sweet lips to speak to me

in my favorite language.

But somehow laying next to you is better

because I get to explore your body in silence

and discover every little piece of you.

You make me want to catch fire and melt away into these sheets

so I may never have to leave your bed again.

And the look in your eyes,

Oh, that damn look in your eyes

Has me convinced that I could drown in you.