HOME IS WHERE THE BUGS ARE ! ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ

drop me a call

i think im narcissistic when i wonder about you,
and i want to know if you lie awake thinking about me the way i do every night.

i've been waking up in stitches,
my body trying to mend my heartbreak overnight.

i dream of better things,
but daylight shatters them all.

my therapist said it's my ego,
and because i think of myself too highly i crash and burn so wildly,
so forgive me.

in my dreams i am bigger than earth, and i can touch the stars, and the universe tastes like salt, and when i close my eyes you're on this spaceship with me, and we don't talk, we sit.

forgive me,
for thinking of you.

sometimes i wonder if you can feel it,
my mother always talks about her ears ringing,
when we whisper.

so i wonder if you know,
and then the embarrassment grows.

i sit in silence sometimes,
curtains drawn,
lying on my bed.

and i turn my ringer up,
and wait for your call.

but i always end up falling asleep.