More than most.

I need a fire. Stumbling through foyers with hands too busy with the other to shut the door. Slam it with our feet, make the house shake. Tiny earthquakes. Midnight drives to the ocean. Sleeping bags placed side by side to wake with the morning sun. Dirty words whispered into the sides of flushed faces.… Continue reading More than most.

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What is wrong with me. 

I overslept for fourteen hours last night. You've been on my mind since I opened my eyes.  It's been 8 months.  Your room in my heart still has the door unlocked.  But it seems you've been sharing it with someone else since the before.  It hangs over my head everyday.